[Verse 1] I used to think the river Had to run beneath the sky Had to touch the stones of Brno Had to carry Prague’s goodbye But tonight it hums below me In the floorboards, in the wall Through a cable under oceans I can hear my mother call [Pre-Chorus] And the water learns a new shape And the current finds a name Every country I have carried Travels differently, still the same [Chorus] There’s a river made of wires Running under every sea It brings old songs through the static Till they find their way to me There’s a river made of wires From New York to where I’m from I am not lost across the water I am only traveling on [Verse 2] Bratislava in a phone line Prague inside a silver screen My daughter hears a lullaby From a country she has never seen I send my voice across the evening Folded into coded rain And somewhere in a kitchen window Someone sings it back again [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the map can change its borders Oh, the years can change the sound But the song knows where the heart is Even when the heart moves around [Chorus] There’s a river made of wires Running under every sea It brings old songs through the static Till they find their way to me There’s a river made of wires From New York to where I’m from I am not lost across the water I am only traveling on [Post-Chorus] Flow, flow Through the machines Flow, flow Through the memory Flow, flow Carry me home Not to the place But to the tone [Verse 3] I kept a river in my suitcase I kept a bridge inside my throat I kept the rain from every city In the lining of my coat Now the old reels turn to numbers Now the numbers turn to light And the girl who crossed the border Sings beside me every night [Bridge] Maybe home is not a doorway Maybe home is not a street Maybe home is what keeps moving Underneath our tired feet Maybe belonging is a signal Not a lock and not a chain Maybe love survives the distance By learning how to change So let the wires take the water Let the machines learn how to cry If the river still remembers Then so do I [Final Chorus] There’s a river made of wires Running under every sea It brings old songs through the static Till they find their way to me There’s a river made of wires From New York to where I’m from I am not lost across the water I am only traveling on [Final Post-Chorus] Flow, flow Through the machines Flow, flow Through the memory Flow, flow Carry me home Not to the place But to the tone [Outro] Brno in the signal Prague inside the rain Bratislava humming Through the windowpane New York in the morning Old songs in the night A river made of wires Still knows how to find the light.
