Vestige Field

[Verse 1]
The Hurtigruten horn cuts through the haze.
You haven't looked me in the eyes for days.
Since Tuesday's frost, you speak in clipped-short phrase,
and set the table for one, through a kind of maze.

[Chorus]
If we stop saying his name
Does the landscape change
Just an empty map frame

[Verse 2]
You scraped the salt-scuff from the wooden floor.
Said, "He wouldn't want us anchored anymore."
You packed his compass, locked the cellar door.
I don't know who this performance is for.

[Chorus]
If we stop saying his name
Does the landscape change
Just an empty map frame

[Bridge]
This pressure builds along the fault line.
This silence isn't yours, it isn't mine.
It's a new geology, a slow design.

[Outro]
An empty frame.
The landscape change.