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We Drew Our Borders On A Borrowed Map
(Verse 1)
Your name a whisper on a late-night line
Another entry in a flawed design
We built our kingdom out of counterfeit keys
And engineered a silence in the summer breeze
Every secret glance, a deposit made
Building up a balance in a careful shade
We spoke in codes the honest world forgot
Believed the interest outweighed the rot
(Pre-Chorus)
We knew the architecture had its flaws
Living outside all the established laws
You'd say, “The risk is half the currency”
And for a while, that was enough for me
(Chorus)
We drew our borders on a borrowed map
Kept our whole fortune in a secret tab
An offshore account of me and you
Pretending every single transaction was new
We learned the language of a tax-free kiss
Thriving in the calculated loneliness
Yeah, we drew our borders on a borrowed map
And waited for the whole damn thing to snap
(Verse 2)
You’d bury timelines under new accounts
Launder every doubt to small amounts
I learned to sign my name on winter lies
Reflected in the fiction of your eyes
Our ledger filled with dinners, trips, and wine
A shell corporation, perfectly aligned
I played the beneficiary of the trust
Turning our fragile promises to rust
(Chorus)
We drew our borders on a borrowed map
Kept our whole fortune in a secret tab
An offshore account of me and you
Pretending every single transaction was new
We learned the language of a tax-free kiss
Thriving in the calculated loneliness
Yeah, we drew our borders on a borrowed map
And waited for the whole damn thing to snap
(Bridge)
And then the auditors were at the door
You couldn't hide the numbers anymore
The flimsy walls of our grand scheme came down
Spilled all our assets all across the town
You called a ceasefire when the sirens blared
A penalty reduced, you said you cared
But every document was cold and signed
Leaving our broken partnership behind
(Outro)
The fine was never the point, you see
It's the exposure, you and me
Just auditing the books on what we were
Yeah, just a liquidated, grand affair
A borrowed map...
A secret tab...
It was never ours to have...
About The Song
This song translates the narrative of a large-scale corporate tax evasion scandal—specifically, the UBS case involving hidden offshore accounts—into a powerful metaphor for a clandestine, doomed relationship. The intricate schemes, secret ledgers, and offshore structures built to hide money represent the complex world of lies and secret moments constructed by two people in an illicit affair. They are actively 'building' a fragile, unsustainable reality, drawing their own rules on a 'borrowed map.' The inevitable discovery and public reckoning in the news story become the moment the relationship implodes. The dramatically 'reduced fine' from the courts serves as the key metaphorical pivot: it’s one partner trying to downplay the severity of the betrayal post-breakup, arguing “it wasn't that bad,” when in reality, the trust has been irrevocably liquidated. Musically, it channels the dreamy, nostalgic, and melancholic indie-pop haze of artists like Glass Animals, creating an atmosphere that feels like a beautiful but fading memory of this secret world.
Production Notes
Vocals: The lead vocal should be intimate and close-mic'd, capturing every breathy detail (Neumann U 87 is a good choice). Record it dry, with minimal room sound. The vocal chain should be simple: light compression (LA-2A style) to even out dynamics without crushing them, a touch of saturation, and a plate reverb blended with a timed delay that ducks out of the way of the main vocal. Harmonies in the chorus should be panned wide, heavily reverbed, and slightly lower in the mix to create an atmospheric bed.
Instrumentation: The core is a laid-back, almost lazy drum loop (think a slightly detuned LinnDrum or a processed acoustic kit). The kick should be soft but deep, the snare sharp and tight with a short decay. A live, fluid bassline (Fender P-Bass) should weave around the kick, avoiding a perfectly quantized feel. The main harmonic content comes from a wobbly, lo-fi synth pad (Juno-60 or a software equivalent like TAL-U-NO-LX) and a clean, arpeggiated guitar lick with heavy delay and a hint of chorus, reminiscent of the "Heat Waves" signature sound.
Arrangement: Keep the arrangement sparse in the verses to emphasize the intimacy of the vocals and the story. The pre-chorus should build tension by introducing more layers of the synth pad and a subtle rhythmic element, like a filtered hi-hat pattern. The chorus explodes with the full drum beat, wide vocal harmonies, and the main guitar riff. The bridge should strip back to just a pad and the vocal initially, before a crescendo of noise and filtered drums simulates the 'collapse,' leading into a final, powerful chorus and a sparse, decaying outro.
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