Lyric

You call from the corner where the red buses turn

A silver coin spinning, a lesson to learn

I carry your number inside of my sleeve

One little promise I don't want to leave

The café is closing, the pavement is clear

You say my name softly, I pull you near

Take me where the bright signs open

Past the windows, past the rain

We can make a little moment

Out of every passing train

You and I in perfect motion

Two voices meeting on the line

Take me where the bright signs open

Leave the ordinary behind

A newspaper tumbles beside the old wall

Your laugh catches fire in the telephone hall

The river keeps turning beneath the steel bridge

We balance our footsteps along the edge

The last train is waiting, the platform is blue

I have one more question, and it leads to you

Take me where the bright signs open

Past the windows, past the rain

We can make a little moment

Out of every passing train

You and I in perfect motion

Two voices meeting on the line

Take me where the bright signs open

Leave the ordinary behind

If tomorrow comes with a different face

Keep this small hour in its place

When the morning calls us back to name

We will still remember how it came

Take me where the bright signs open

Past the windows, past the rain

We can make a little moment

Out of every passing train

You and I in perfect motion

Two voices meeting on the line

Take me where the bright signs open

Leave the ordinary behind

Open, open, carry me

Two voices meeting perfectly