Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumpled in my pocket
But I didnt care where I was going
Theyre all different names for the same place.
The coast just appeared when the sea drown the summer
Ive no words to share with anyone
The boundaries of language are quietly cursed
All the different names for the same different.
There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things...
