Piano Magic Follow

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 love line
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