The last train leaves at quarter past nine I count the windows, one by one Your name is scratched beneath the sign A little proof we came from somewhere Stay with me while the old signs fade Through the red glass and the rain If tomorrow cuts the power again I will find your voice inside the frame Rise above the broken signal Higher than the silent towers We are more than what they rendered We are still here, still here I keep a paper map in my coat The corners softened by the years Every route ends near the harbor Every answer disappears But your hand was warm in the doorway And the lift still climbed somehow So I carry that small memory Like a current through me now Turn the lock, let the dark come through Leave the sleeping machines behind There is a road no screen can show There is a pulse they cannot find Stay with me while the old signs fade Through the red glass and the rain If tomorrow cuts the power again I will find your voice inside the frame Stay with me when the towers bend When the clean blue morning starts I will hold the line until it ends I will carry what is ours Rise above the broken signal Higher than the silent towers We are more than what they rendered We are still here, still here
