Six At The Table

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
December night, a simple swipe,
Didn’t know you’d change my life,
Worcester cold and nervous laughs,
Didn’t see how long it’d last.

But something steady, something true,
Felt like home the minute I knew,
You weren’t loud — you didn’t try,
You just looked me in the eye.

(Pre-Chorus)
Two lives carrying history,
Two worlds meeting carefully,
No fairy tale, no perfect start —
Just two brave, open hearts.

(Chorus)
Now there’s six at the table, six different minds,
Six different pasts and six different lines,
But somehow it fits, somehow it’s right,
Built in the chaos, built every night.
From Tinder to vows on June twenty-eight,
From “just a date” to rewriting fate,
Money tight but love runs deep —
This is the promise we chose to keep.

(Verse 2)
Bryony fire, Niamh grace,
Strong young women finding place,
Ben with his quiet, steady way,
Nic lighting up a heavier day.

They didn’t choose this at the start,
But they chose to open up their hearts,
Step by step, no rushing through,
Learning what “our family” could do.

You stepped in strong, but gentle too,
Never forcing, just being you,
Not replacing — just adding light,
Showing up, day and night.

(Pre-Chorus)
Gina and Paul with laughter loud,
Rach and Steve — our chosen crowd,
Friends who see the real and raw,
Who’ve watched this blended house in awe.

You quoting Friends like we’re that crew,
“I’ll be there for you” — yeah, that’s you.

(Chorus)
Six at the table, stories collide,
Different tempers, different pride,
But love ain’t simple, clean or small —
It’s choosing each other through it all.
From Maldives sun to Iceland snow,
From broke-for-now to watch-us-grow,
If this is messy, let it be —
It’s perfectly us, perfectly we.

(Bridge)
Autumn minds and detail sight,
You feel the world in black and white,
But that same depth that feels so much
Is why your love has healing touch.

We didn’t build this overnight,
It took courage, talks and fights,
But every time the dust would clear,
You were still right here.

(Final Chorus)
Six at the table, louder now,
Figuring the when and how,
No perfect script, no flawless start,
Just steady love and stubborn hearts.
If life gets lean, we’ll still be rich —
In kitchen talks and midnight pitch.
From Worcester nights to future views,
Linz — I’d build this world with you.

(Outro)
December swipe, June white dress,
Iceland winds and wedding stress,
Teenage storms and bills unpaid —
Still the best choice I ever made.

Six at the table.
And I wouldn’t trade a single chair.