[Spoken Intro — intimate, close-miked] (mmmmmm, yeah) Every seventh night, the map changes its name. [Verse 1] Tangier under copper lamps, saffron smoke and radio rain. I came dressed as someone’s widow. You arrived without a name. They had your face at every crossing, half in shadow, half erased. But I knew you by the stillness no disguise could ever fake. [Pre-Chorus] No room twice. No road home. One coded knock— then we’re alone. [Chorus] There is no safe country, no harbour built to last. But every room becomes a kingdom when you turn the key at last. Let the cameras comb the city. Let the border sirens run. There is no safe country— but wherever you are, there is one. [Instrumental Interlude — tremolo guitar, low strings, bendir, solitary oud phrase] [Verse 2] Next week, rain across Bali, blue fire breathing through the glass. Temple gongs beneath the thunder, black cars sliding slowly past. We slept inside a ruined chapel where dead screens watched the plan. At dawn the windows split with lightning. You smiled—and we were gone again. [Pre-Chorus] No names kept. No letters burned. Just your hand when the whole world turned. [Chorus] There is no safe country, no harbour built to last. But every room becomes a kingdom when you turn the key at last. Let the cameras comb the city. Let the border sirens run. There is no safe country— but wherever you are, there is one. [Verse 3 — darker, restrained] They call you beast in every language. They call me traitor at your side. But your hands have never lied to me, and mine have kept you alive. From a rooftop over Valletta to a freight train through the snow, every seventh night I find you. Every eighth, we have to go. [Bridge — strings rising slowly] We don’t need a promised land. We don’t need a flag above. We carry shelter in our bodies. We smuggle sanctuary as love. When your forehead rests against mine and the engines lose their sound, the world may own the borders— it will never own this ground. [Final Chorus — full cinematic expansion] There is no safe country, no harbour built to last. But every ruin turns to gold when we lock the world outside. Let the satellites keep turning. Let a thousand hunters come. There is no safe country— but wherever you are, there is one. Wherever you are— there is one. [Outro — gamelan resonance, distant strings, whispered] Every seventh night, the map changes its name. Every seventh night, I know yours.
