歌詞

All my bags by the door

Ticket on my phone

Weather in three cities

None of them feel known

Talking to my reflection

In the dark of the screen

Every plan is a question

Folded up in my jeans

I crossed out half the packing list

Still it feels too much

Carrying too little

Of anything I trust

Carrying too little

Hands feel strangely free

Got space for every feeling

That keeps outrunning me

Suitcase almost empty

Heart a crowded street

Carrying too little

To cover what I’ll meet

Loose maps in my pocket

Corners going soft

Lines don’t match the landmarks

Every turn feels off

I walk through silent terminals

Like I’m made of glass

Practicing my small talk

For people I won’t pass

Carrying too little

Hands feel strangely free

Got space for every feeling

That keeps outrunning me

Suitcase almost empty

Heart a crowded street

Carrying too little

To cover what I’ll meet

What if getting ready

Was just letting go

Let the missed connections

Be the way I grow

No more certain stories

Pinned above my bed

Just the hum of distance

And the things I haven’t said

Carrying too little

Weight I can’t explain

Light enough to notice

Every shift in pain

Suitcase almost empty

Steps on foreign ground

Carrying too little

To care which way is down