[Verse 1] Eight March, she came to stay meant for two weeks, that was the say Then thirteen March, the state shut in and every border drew a line in The flight to Italy slipped away then the next one, then the whole idea The apartment grew by half its size with one locked door and careful eyes [Pre-Chorus] So I drew a shape for the day morning to noon, then miles away You studied hard, I wrote it down we walked the empty edge of town [Chorus] Two weeks turned into spring two weeks turned into everything Hold that line, hold that line while the whole wide world stayed inside Two weeks turned into spring we kept it small, we kept it clean Hold that line, hold that line until the day could breathe again [Verse 2] The dissertation came and went no dinner, just a message sent A quiet email, brief and plain the work was done, the title gained Then twenty-three April lit the cake a bottle opened, evening late We talked so long the room felt new like winter losing hold of you [Pre-Chorus] The guards came down, then all at once after weeks of holding on We spoke it through, no raised voice just careful words and hard-earned choice [Chorus] Two weeks turned into spring two weeks turned into everything Hold that line, hold that line while the whole wide world stayed inside Two weeks turned into spring we kept it small, we kept it clean Hold that line, hold that line until the day could breathe again [Bridge] Then came the name we set in place on eight May, in a steady space No grand parade, no silver bell just a promise made to tell The summer stretched, pale and long the nights stayed light, the days stayed warm The city slowly found its feet masked faces moving down the street [Chorus] Two weeks turned into spring two weeks turned into everything Hold that line, hold that line while the whole wide world stayed inside Two weeks turned into spring we kept it small, we kept it clean Hold that line, hold that line until the day could breathe again [Outro] Tests cleared, bags packed, trains aligned Tallinn to Paris, line by line Then London, masked and half-awake still moving, for the future’s sake
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