Different Names for the Same Thing

by PJ Harvey

Alone on a train, aimless in wander
An outdated map crumpled in my pocket
But I didn't care where I was going
They're all different names for the same place
The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun
I've no words to share with anyone
The boundaries of language are quietly cursed
All the different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things...