Already Ghosts - Piano Magic

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 done

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

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

In travel, there are traps when I’m writing in the back