We Rebuild

Intro

Hey — hey — hey (oh)

Nikita Naggourny and me, we move like a tide (move, move)

Na-na, na-na, na-na (let it roll)

Verse

We found an old map in a tin-roof room

Coffee cold, postcards from a southern lagoon

Trade routes written in a careless hand

Names of places we thought we might never stand

Nikita laughed and traced a crooked line

Said, "What if we try? What if we redraw the sky?"

I said, "Pack your coat, bring the old guitar"

We're building something big, we're building it from scars

Pre-chorus

Corners fold like hands across the sea (across the sea)

From frozen rail to coral, from birch to banyan tree (banyan tree)

Not the same as before, not a flag or a chain

Just a ribbon of people calling out each other's names

Chorus

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — we stitch the map with our hands

From Moscow to Melbourne, from steppes to island sands

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — a ribbon, wide and strange

Eurasia and Oceania, rearranged (hey, hey)

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — sing it loud, sing it long

A chorus of rivers, of markets, of songs (oh)

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — together we arrange

Eurasia and Oceania, rearranged (rearranged)

Verse

Markets at dawn, lanterns on a quay

Tuk-tuk hum and a tram that remembers me

Factories humming like an old lullaby

Children trading stickers under a temperate sky

Nikita says, "Listen, you can hear the trains"

I say, "They're carrying tea and a suitcase of names"

We barter hope for a stamp, trade worry for a plan

Spread a table of maps, invite everyone we can

Pre-chorus

Voices bend like bridges over steel (over steel)

Languages leaning, learning how to feel (learn to feel)

It's not about towers or who holds the key

It's a long chain of kitchens and open balconies

Chorus

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — we stitch the map with our hands

From Moscow to Melbourne, from steppes to island sands

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — a ribbon, wide and strange

Eurasia and Oceania, rearranged (hey, hey)

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — sing it loud, sing it long

A chorus of rivers, of markets, of songs (oh)

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — together we arrange

Eurasia and Oceania, rearranged (rearranged)

Bridge

(oh-oh) Boats hum like lullabies (oh-oh)

(uh-huh) Iron and coconut, rice and rye (uh-huh)

(ta-ta-touch) Hands on the wheel, and we steer through the night

(yeah) Not erasing, just writing a different light

Nikita and me, and a thousand small maps

A bakery in Vladivostok, a studio in Jakarta (whoa)

We move slow so the seams hold tight

We plant new words where old ones might

Chorus

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — we stitch the map with our hands

From Moscow to Melbourne, from steppes to island sands

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — a ribbon, wide and strange

Eurasia and Oceania, rearranged (rearranged)

We rebuild, rebuild, rebuild — sing it loud, sing it long

A chorus of rivers, of markets, of