(Verse 1) My country is a name I never learned to say My mother tongue is a language I gave away The maps all show a place where I was born But I don't recognize the shape, I don't mourn The rivers have names I can't pronounce The mountains are grey in a distant flounce I trace my finger where the border should be But there's nothing there that belongs to me (Pre-chorus) I am a citizen of nowhere land A passport with no ink in my hand They ask me where I'm from, I pause And I reply, "I'm not sure because" (Chorus) Geographical void, the space between Where I was supposed to be and where I've been The lines on the map don't reach my chest And I'm left with a void that won't let me rest I look for my home in the atlas bright But the page is blank, and so is my light I carry the land that was never mine And the empty space is my only sign (Verse 2) My grandmother spoke of a village in green But the war erased it from the scene Now the name is just a whisper of air And I can't find it anywhere My father remembers a river so wide But the dam swallowed it, and he cried Now the water flows somewhere else instead And a part of him is dead (Pre-chorus) I collect old maps like relics of faith Hoping to find my forgotten wraith But every chart shows the same blank space And I can't recognize my own face (Chorus) Geographical void, the space between Where I was supposed to be and where I've been The lines on the map don't reach my chest And I'm left with a void that won't let me rest I look for my home in the atlas bright But the page is blank, and so is my light I carry the land that was never mine And the empty space is my only sign (Bridge) Is home a place or a state of mind? Or just a shadow I left behind? I've traveled miles, I've crossed the sea But the emptiness follows me I've stood on mountains, I've walked through towns I've worn the smiles, I've worn the crowns But every place feels like a rented room And I'm always waiting for the other shoe to boom The stars don't care where I belong The wind doesn't know my birthright song I'm just a wanderer, a ghost in the crowd Screaming my name, but it's not allowed (Instrumental break – melancholic strings and soft piano, like a lonely landscape) (Final chorus – more intimate, almost spoken) Geographical void… the hole in my soul The place that was never made whole The lines on the map don't reach my skin And I'm learning to live within I look for my home, but I realize now The blank space is me, and I must allow That home isn't found on a paper chart It's carried inside, in the hollow of my heart (Outro – spoken/sung, very softly) "They asked me where I was from." "I pointed to a map." "And they said, 'That's empty.'" "I said, 'I know.'" "But that's where I learned to breathe." "In the silence of the geographical void." "Where no one came before." "And no one will come after." "Except me." [Soft wind, distant footsteps on dry earth, then fading to silence]