Frost on the window
Name on a crumpled page
Three stamps on the suitcase
One-way
Out of range

Sleep in a borrowed jacket
Face turned against the glass
Mouth full of broken language
Heart stuck in second class

Exiled
From the life that wore my name
I’m a shadow
Slip the border of my shame
Every mile
Every line
Every sky I cross
Exiled
I’m a rumor I once lost

Coins for a bitter coffee
Train hum under my feet
I trace you in condensation
Your ghost in every seat

Maps in a foreign alphabet
Street signs that never stay
I keep your letter folded
Wear the creases anyway

Exiled
From the life that wore my name
I’m a shadow
Slip the border of my shame
Every mile
Every line
Every sky I cross
Exiled
I’m a rumor I once lost (lost, lost)