[Sitar Solo] [Verse 1] Your grandmother's rice, my mother's bread Two old kitchens, one table spread Steam on the glass, names in the room Two separate songs, one way we move [Pre-Chorus] We bring our names, we bring our scars Set them down and learn who we are Little by little, we start to see What lives in you is holding me [Chorus] Common ground, common ground We found a place to stand around Your hand, my hand Learning how to be one again Common ground, common ground We found a place to stand around Side by side, we grow Into a home we both can know (common ground) [Verse 2] Flags on the wall, cloth from the past Sewn into something made to last Your old dance step, my folded prayer Different roots, same air [Pre-Chorus] We keep the feast, we keep the flame Say it out loud, call each name What was mine and what was yours Turns into welcome, opens doors [Chorus] Common ground, common ground We found a place to stand around Your hand, my hand Learning how to be one again Common ground, common ground We found a place to stand around Side by side, we grow Into a home we both can know (common ground) [Verse 3] Monday mornings, coffee in a chipped blue cup You stack the plates, I wipe the counter up Your auntie's laugh, my cousin's steady grin Whole house full, let the noise come in [Langspil Solo] [Verse 4] One pot simmering, one radio low We trade old stories like a hand-me-down coat You teach me the words I was never shown I teach you the road back home [Bridge] When the road gets long We don't walk alone We learn each other's names And carry more than weight One home, many hearts Still beating as one [Sarod Solo] [Final Chorus] Common ground, common ground We found a place to stand around Your hand, my hand Learning how to be one again Common ground, common ground We found a place to stand around Side by side, we grow Into a home we both can know Common ground, common ground We found a place to stand around (common ground) [Outro] Common ground, common ground The kettle clicks, the room stays warm Names in the doorway, shoes by the mat We leave the light on just like that Common ground, common ground No map, no line, just this we found A table, a tune, a place to land Your side, my side, hand in hand [Fidla Solo]
