7. Unnamed Country

'Verse 1) (half-sung, half-spoken, freely over drone) I come from an unnamed country where the borders are interior where the language has no word for home only for the way the light shifts when you've been gone long enough to forget what you were going back to 'Verse 2) (melodic, layered vocals, treated) I have a body here I have a set of habits I have a favourite corner of a room that doesn't know my name I have a voice that sounds like mine in registers I haven't claimed Something is native in me that has no nation Something is foreign in me that has no translation I carry a country inside that I cannot visit I carry a language inside that no one else is in Interlude (vocals dissolve into texture, instruments carry the section) (Verse 3) (quieter, almost spoken) I think I've been here before I think I've said this before in a different arrangement of the same interior rooms The unnamed country is patient It doesn't need a flag It doesn't need a capital city It only needs me to keep arriving (voice becomes pure tone, fades)