[Intro - Footsteps Cross] Same station. Different mornings. [Verse 1] Your hand reached the fallen notebook from the side I could not see. You noticed there was rain upon it. I noticed where the owner turned. Neither one became the answer. Neither one was extra weight. Two small angles met in motion and returned a thing in place. [Pre-Chorus] Different is a fact we notice. Lesser is a choice we add. [Chorus] You are other from where I stand. I am other where you are. That does not place one soul beneath us. That does not make the distance war. Bring the view I cannot carry. Keep the name that is your own. Other is the space between us, not a reason to throw stones. [Verse 2] I have watched a label harden before a person crossed the room. Accent turned to accusation. Silence turned to something rude. A screen became an easy border. A category chose the blame. We stopped asking what was present once the other had a name. [Pre-Chorus] Observation ends at difference. Every ranking needs a case. [Chorus] You are other from where I stand. I am other where you are. That does not place one soul beneath us. That does not make the distance war. Bring the view I cannot carry. Keep the name that is your own. Other is the space between us, not a reason to throw stones. not a reason to throw stones. [Bridge - No Forced Door] You do not owe me every story. I do not owe you every room. Difference can stay a boundary. Distance may be honest too. But when fear declares a verdict before evidence can arrive, we have turned a useful contrast into permission to divide. [Final Chorus] You are other from where I stand. I am other where you are. Maybe one view finds the notebook. Maybe one view marks the storm. Let the meeting earn its meaning. Let the boundary still be known. Other is the start of contact, not a rank and not a throne. [Outro] Same station. Different mornings. Notebook home.
