歌詞

The room is here, but I am not

I'm several worlds away

The armchair holds a traveler

Who hasn't moved an inch

The tea grows cool beside a bridge

In some far story's pinch

The lamp keeps warming shoulders that

Are elsewhere in the snow

Carry me, the pages say

Wherever they may lead

If I take the morning's wings

Your hand still holds my read

I've crossed a moor, I've held a key

I've heard a tower bell

And all the while the kettle's steam

Kept watch and wished me well

Two places at a single time

The reader's quiet magic

Carry me, the pages say

Wherever they may lead

If I take the morning's wings

Your hand still holds my read

The body stays inside the lamp's

Small circle, warm and known

The heart goes walking far abroad

And never walks alone

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Carry me, the pages say

Wherever they may lead

If I take the morning's wings

Your hand still holds my read

Carry me, the pages say

Wherever they may lead

If I take the morning's wings

Your hand still holds my read

The room is here, and I'll return

A chapter from now, or two