At the Break of Day
You draw a compass on my
wrist
With charcoal from the kitchen flame
The kettle sings,
the windows mist
And every road forgets its name
Turn the brass key,
open the door
Hear the old floorboards call for
more
If we leave now,
we won’t look back Your hand
is heat against my back
Carry me where the red earth
turns Where the salt wind
lifts and burns I am awake,
I am alive With your heart
keeping time with mine Carry me
past the borderlines Past the wells
and the warning signs When the
whole world loses its way
I will find you at the
break of day
At the break of day
A blue tile cracks beneath our
feet The market closes,
lamps go out You count the
coins, I count the streets We
trade our fear for something stout
Turn the brass key,
open the door
Hear the old floorboards call for
more
If we leave now,
we won’t look back Your hand
is heat against my back
Carry me
where the red earth turns Where
the salt wind
lifts and burns I am awake,
I am alive With your heart
keeping time with mine Carry me
past the borderlines Past the wells
and the warning signs When the
whole world loses its way
I will find you at the
break of day
No map can hold us,
no wall can stay The night
folds open,
we make a way Breathe in
the dust,
let the silence start There is
a drum beneath my heart
Carry me
where the red earth turns Where
the salt wind lifts and burns
I am awake,
I am alive With your heart
keeping time with mine Carry
me past the borderlines Past the
wells and the warning signs When
the whole world loses its way
I will find you
at the break of day
At the break of day
I will find you at the
break of day