Mångata

Lyrics

The air is cool tonight.
The lake is black glass.
And then... there you are.

Hello, moon street.
A name just for you. The Swedes knew.
They saw this road of broken silver,
this shivering spine of light.
A path that begins at my feet,
right at the wet edge of the stones,
and runs all the way to the horizon's quiet seam.
It looks so solid. So real.

You don't ask for faith.
You don't ask for pilgrimage.
You just lie there, a constant flicker,
an invitation from the moon delivered by the waves.
A promise of a journey that can never be taken.
You're the kindest deception,
the most beautiful lie the water ever told the shore.

Mångata.
The road that isn't a road.
The light you can never hold.
A perfect, shimmering path to nowhere.
And if I try to walk it,
it just dissolves underfoot.
The journey is only in the seeing.
The destination is the looking.
Just the looking.

I read that if I move, you move with me.
If I walk the shoreline, you pace my every step.
So you're not a place at all.
You're just for me, from here.
A secret conversation between my eye, the light, and the water.
A private joke the universe is telling itself,
and I just happen to overhear.

So I won't try to walk on you tonight.
I'll just sit here.
And watch you pave the darkness.
My beautiful road.
My path to nowhere.
And that's enough.
That's everything.