[Verse 1] Erika keeps a smaller table Than the workday ever knows She lets the careful ones come nearer And the careful distance shows Not hiding from the room around her Not collecting every name She can listen without needing A crowd to make her feel the same [Pre-Chorus] She gives a door, she gives a number She gives the hour that she can spare What she protects is not a secret It is simply something rare [Chorus] There is room for what is real Room for hands and room for history Room for all the ways a heart can feel Without a promise changing what it means She does not turn the truth to theater She does not ask the truth to stay Erika knows a bond can have its own name And still be tender in its way [Verse 2] Thomas found her in December Then Tallinn opened up the spring By Bogotá they told his family She was there for work, for everything But Gabriel and Francine know her By the calls and visits made Lucy slept beneath her Utrecht window Swedish stories softly stayed [Pre-Chorus] Four years in another country Can leave a language in the room A mother’s years, a brother’s childhood Little threads that still resume [Chorus] There is room for what is real Room for hands and room for history Room for all the ways a heart can feel Without a promise changing what it means She does not turn the truth to theater She does not ask the truth to stay Erika knows a bond can have its own name And still be tender in its way [Verse 3] Vicky met her after Christmas Barcelona, twenty-two Something noticed, something answered Nothing forced the feeling through Utrecht waits and schedules wander They make spaces when they can What is living is not managed Like a road beneath the sand [Bridge] She is not afraid of crossing She is not confused by choice A real connection comes before it Then she listens for its voice Love can stand beside desire Neither one must claim the room Some things deepen without asking Some things bloom and do not bloom [Final Chorus] There is room for what is real Room for hands and room for history Room for all the ways a heart can feel Without a promise changing what it means She does not turn the truth to theater She does not ask the truth to stay Erika lets each honest bond keep its own name And meets it clearly on the way [Outro] A smaller table, chosen faces A quiet life with open doors She gives the world her full attention And keeps a little back for more
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