[Verse 1] Felicia Campbell on the bench Greenbelt air on her skin Hoodie loose, joggers clean Sneakers waiting in the dim Backpack set by her side Like she knows the whole block Dappled light on her face Calm look, hard to rock Not made for a frame Still she makes one fit Unstructured time in her hands And she looks good in it [Pre-Chorus] She don’t ask for much Just room to breathe Just room to move And room to be [Chorus] Felicia Campbell, hold your ground Felicia Campbell, hold your ground Greenbelt girl, still unbowed Felicia Campbell, hold your ground [Verse 2] Claire Jones in the cabin seat White tank, khaki, auburn hair Headphones resting by her arm Like she lives between the air London knows her steps by now But Wales stays in the seams Quiet pride in the way she moves In airports, halls, and in-betweens She rides the route like it's home Own company, steady and light Not lost, not found Just balanced right [Pre-Chorus] She don’t need a crowd To feel alive One good seat And a long, clear sky [Chorus] Felicia Campbell, hold your ground Felicia Campbell, hold your ground Greenbelt girl, still unbowed Felicia Campbell, hold your ground [Verse 3] Lidewij Josefien Lida André Pink bandana, guarded stare Antwerp light on weathered walls Like she clocked the whole room there Freckles, blonde, green eyes sharp Not missing what they miss In 2005 she learns A port city speaks in hiss Diamonds move, names get bent Ships leave, stories blur She’s the kind that sees the thread Before it turns to smoke and dirt [Bridge] Three women, three maps Three ways to stand Bench, plane, and port All under one hand One holds still One stays in flight One reads the dark Like a line of light [Chorus] Felicia Campbell, hold your ground Felicia Campbell, hold your ground Greenbelt girl, still unbowed Felicia Campbell, hold your ground [Outro] Claire in the sky Lida in the stain Felicia on the bench Making peace with the frame
