[Verse 1] September came with rain and suitcases, new streets, new faces, a city still unknown. You'd already spent a year in Tallinn, so I followed where experience had gone. October brought cafés that lingered after closing, lectures turning into dinners after dark. Long walks through Kalamaja evenings, every weekend drawing circles on the map. November settled quietly between us. The rhythm felt so natural to me. You disappeared one weekend down to Italy, then came back exactly where I'd thought you'd be. Then December came. [Pre-Chorus] Dark and frozen, my world shattered, your birthday followed by my doom, December was when I discovered the other local girl [Chorus] I never asked to be the only one. That's not the story here. It's that somewhere across this little city another woman thought you were near. Another set of weekends. Another borrowed key. I could share the horizon— I couldn't share the street. [Verse 2] Her name was Kadri. I'd seen her in the student office, helping nervous newcomers find their way. A familiar face around the university, someone everybody seemed to know. What I didn't know was she already knew you. Not as a colleague, not as a passing friend. She wasn't some forgotten chapter, not a one-night story reaching its end. She was there in the background all along, inside your orbit, steady and unseen. Not abroad, not somewhere over distance, but living in the same city as me. [Pre-Chorus] Kadri already knew, didn't she? That's the part I can't escape. She wasn't standing where I stood; she was reading a different page. Same streets. Same winter. Same man beneath the lights. Somehow she understood the story better than I did at the time. [Chorus] I never asked to be the only one. That's not the story here. It's that somewhere across this little city another woman thought you were near. Another set of weekends. Another borrowed key. I could share the horizon— I couldn't share the street. [Bridge] First I blamed you for the plans you never made. Then I blamed her for the space she never took. Then I blamed myself for the future I imagined, for reading meanings into moments, for every line I overlooked. But none of those stories held. You were exactly who you said you were. I was exactly who I thought I was. And somehow that was enough to break us. [Final Chorus] I never asked to be the only one. That's not the story here. It's that somewhere across this little city another woman thought you were near. Another set of weekends. Another borrowed key. I could share the horizon— I couldn't share the street. [Outro] It wasn't meant to be forever. That took months to understand. You weren't wrong for being who you were. I wasn't wrong for what I planned. So I packed the books, left the key, let winter keep its memory. I wasn't meant for that life. And that life wasn't meant for me.
