[SONG META: Genre=Neo-soul | BPM=95 | Feel=laid-back syncopated pocket | Key=F♯ major | Mood=playful, protective, romantic] [INTRO: F♯maj9–A♯m7–G♯m9–C♯13sus | Rhodes tremolo, bass pickup, rim click] [Female Voice: smiling close-mic] Close the door; the border is drawn. [VERSE 1: F♯maj9–A♯m7–G♯m9–C♯13 | deep bass, clipped guitar] Your work shoes land beside my heels, Two tired coats become a pile. The lift keeps carrying other lives; We lock the day out for a while. You cut the lime, I choose the record, We make supper out of three Little things the cupboard offers, And somehow it feels rich to me. [PRE-CHORUS: Bmaj9–A♯m7–G♯m9–C♯13sus | hand percussion, vocal doubles] No passport stamp, no distant coast, Just your shoulder near my own; Every time the latch clicks softly, We become our favourite home. [CHORUS: F♯maj9–C♯/E♯–D♯m9–A♯m7–Bmaj9–A♯m7–G♯m9–C♯13 | full groove, layered responses] This is our private country, Population: you and me. We speak in looks across the table, Make our own economy. Time is paid in slow affection, Truth is our only currency; This is our private country, And loving you has made me free. [VERSE 2: F♯maj9–A♯m7–G♯m9–C♯13 | bass grows melodic] The neighbour drills, the kettle argues, Someone calls and we decline; You draw a crown upon my napkin, I declare your last chip mine. There are no perfect constitutions, We debate and compromise; But nobody is sent to exile For one impatient Friday night. [PRE-CHORUS: Bmaj9–A♯m7–G♯m9–C♯13sus | harmony fans upward] No distant coast could make me richer Than your shoulder near my own; Every time the latch clicks softly, We become our favourite home. [BRIDGE: D♯m9–A♯m/C♯–Bmaj9–F♯/A♯–G♯m9–A♯m7–Bmaj9–C♯13 | half-time pocket, Rhodes solo answer] Let the world keep all its headlines, We will read them when we choose; Here, the law is keep your kindness, And make space for different views. [Female Voice: playful run, then strong mixed belt] [FINAL CHORUS: F♯maj9–C♯/E♯–D♯m9–A♯m7–Bmaj9–A♯m7–G♯m9–C♯13 | full drums, counter-melodies] This is our private country, Population: you and me. Every room becomes a kingdom When we guard each other's peace. Time is paid in slow affection, Truth is our only currency; [Female Voice: bright belt with brief whistle flourish] This is our private country, And I am home where we agree. [OUTRO: Bmaj9–C♯13–F♯6/9 | bass and band stop] The door is closed. The heart is open.
