[Intro] [clean guitar motif, single line, repeated — 8 bars] [Verse 1] [sparse, close vocal, light percussion] Born between two cities, two tongues, two kinds of cold father's blood from somewhere east, mother's hands from further south learned to carry all of it before I learned to speak learned to hold the weight of names inside my mouth Tallinn kept me, others left I built a home from what remained two ways of knowing who I am and neither one of them explained [Pre-Chorus] [guitar firms up, percussion enters properly] I read the ones who come here lost I know the shape before they speak I built my walls from what I found and what I found was all I need all I need [Chorus] [full band, melodic, driven but not loud] I don't need just one I keep several close not from fear of empty rooms but that's how I'm made warmth without an anchor closeness without cost I know what I am and I haven't lost I haven't lost [Verse 2] [sparse again, vocal precise] I chose the ones who come undone in cities not their own I read the file, I know the name before I cross the room the jacket worn to ruin, the neckline torn just so not hiding — saying look, and look again I'll show you what I want you to know The shields aren't wounds they're architecture every wall I built, I built with open eyes a room for me and rooms for others doors that open only when I decide [Pre-Chorus 2] [builds as before] I read the ones who come here lost I know the shape before they speak I built my walls from what I found — and what I found was all I need all I need [Chorus] I don't need just one I keep several close not from fear of empty rooms but that's how I'm made warmth without an anchor closeness without cost I know what I am and I haven't lost I haven't lost [Bridge] [guitar drops to single line; vocal near-spoken, unhurried; slight reverb — the only atmospheric effect in the song] but sometimes someone looks not through me at me and I'm not ready for that not the way they see the file the way they see the wall — the way they see the thing behind the wall and I let myself notice only notice nothing more nothing more [Final Chorus] [full band returns; fullest vocal delivery; last two lines held longer than before] I don't need just one I keep several close not from fear of empty rooms but that's how I'm made warmth without an anchor closeness without cost I know what I am — [half-sung, over sustained guitars] and this is mine this is mine [Outro] [single guitar line, the intro motif returning; no resolution chord; fades on motion]
