[Verse 1] In Barcelona, December light At a Christmas gathering, she found her Speed that only happens once When two people notice the same thing Without planning, she leaned in close Heard the room from a different angle Like a door she never meant to open Still, it opened [Pre-Chorus] And Erika knows What this is and isn’t She can hold the edge Without naming it [Chorus] It’s yet in her hands Yet in her hands She won’t call it by name She won’t call it by name It’s yet in her hands Yet in her hands Something has started And it has not finished [Verse 2] Claire Jones at the cabin door Composed, warm, always right on time Thomas knows more than Erika asks And she lets that be enough Fernando, Sandra, Jessica, Jean Susana passing with a smile Pilar at the edge of the frame Professional and clear [Pre-Chorus] Erika keeps her place In the shape of things Courtesy for everyone Depth for fewer names [Chorus] It’s yet in her hands Yet in her hands She won’t call it by name She won’t call it by name It’s yet in her hands Yet in her hands Something has started And it has not finished [Bridge] She is precise with herself That is why she waits Not evasion, not denial Just accuracy She can be observed She can stand in the frame But where attachment breathes She steps away [Final Chorus] It’s yet in her hands Yet in her hands She won’t call it by name She won’t call it by name It’s yet in her hands Yet in her hands Across the cities It keeps becoming more
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