Lost in Transit

[Verse]
The coffee inky black reflects trembling fingerprints  
You unwrap the sugar cube like unwrapping silence's cocoon  
Migratory birds skim across the bay window, tracing parabolas  
We practice the art of small talk in the third person  

[Verse 2]
The suitcase sneaks past the seasons at the doorstep  
In the planner, the bloom period marked as a decimal point  
Foam swirls on the rim of the cup into a silent declaration  
We nurture the tides at 2:30 in the morning  

[Chorus]
I cross thousands of miles to practice weightlessness in spirals  
But gravity crushes vows into a boarding pass  
Your eyelashes fall, the gate cuts off all routes  
Salt settles at the edge of the cup in the final dinner  

[Bridge]
The guitar rusted strings mute on the seventh chord  
Raindrops on the glass trace the unhealed blade  
You say after the first frost, the migratory birds must keep their promise  
And I'm still calculating the coordinates for the next layover  

[Outro]
The weather forecast says the aurora will appear tonight  
I count the fluorescent lines of the security checkpoint  
You send the restaurant location like a blinking code  
We continue to play the role of the best lost travel companions, eternally wandering together