Lyrics

[Verse 1] In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you when you loved me and then we were gone [Verse 2] There's a silence on the railway There's a bad curse on the land And this season writes a rainstorm like a poem in the sand You told me I depressed you, that I withered in your hand And that sentence cut my loveline when you left me as you planned [Verse 3] In travel, there are traps when I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you when you loved me and then we were gone [Outro] In travel, there are traps when I'm writing in the back