Verse 1

We sent our hands into unmarked rooms

With words wrapped tight in diplomatic wool

The table shook before we pulled a chair

And every clause we signed had teeth somewhere

Somewhere the wind picked up before the warning

And took the rooftops off by morning

Chorus

We are the cornered and the countering

We are the storm that answers storm

We build the wall, we name the tariff

We call the bluff across the form

And underneath the flags and filings

Something older aches to warn us

That the rooms where maps get redrawn

Never ask who they are drawn on

Verse 2

A village torn apart by spinning air

A businessman still waiting for his chair

A video uploaded like a wound

The brain that took the blows since June of June

We keep the ledger, but the ledger blurs

When every entry is a scar that recurs

Chorus

We are the cornered and the countering

We are the storm that answers storm

We build the wall, we name the tariff

We call the bluff across the form

And underneath the flags and filings

Something older aches to warn us

That the rooms where maps get redrawn

Never ask who they are drawn on

Bridge

Something flies in unannounced

Something lands before the count

We can track the money and the network

But the pressure has no amount

We are watching the ceiling for cracks

We are measuring walls at our backs

Outro

Still we sit at the table

Still we draft what we can

Still the wind moves through the village

Still the storm has no plan

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.