Lost & Found Blues

在地铁失物招领处，
共情于静物所承载的遗失故事。

A single key on a steel ring, cold
Opens a door that's grown twice as old
A diary with a broken lock, spine bent
Holding pages of sunlight, almost spent
A teddy bear missing one glass eye
Staring at a ceiling with a lullaby
They line the shelves in silent, dusty rows
A museum of grace that nobody knows
This is the lost
and found blues
Where forgotten heartbeats wait on the news
Every scuff tells a story, every tear has a shape
In this quiet cathedral of the great escape
Oh, the lost and found blues
Not asking for much, just a familiar face to choose
A left-hand glove of the softest leather
Fingers curled for a ghost hand to tether
A pair of spectacles, lenses scratched and blurred
That once made a world of chaos assured
A child's drawing of a house, sun too big in the sky
Saying "I love you" in colors that will never die
They breathe the still air, holding on to a name
In this terminal station, they're waiting just the same
This is the lost
and found blues
Where forgotten heartbeats wait on the news
Every scuff tells a story, every tear has a shape
In this quiet cathedral of the great escape
Oh, the lost and found blues
Not asking for much, just a familiar face to choose
I kept you safe
I knew your touch
Don't let the memory
fade to dust
We are not gone
Just
momentarily
misplaced
Maybe they're not lost
Just resting
Maybe we're all found
In pieces
In this city
Of forgetting
And keeping
Maybe they're not lost
Just resting
Maybe we're all found
In pieces
In this city
Of forgetting