What to forget if there’s only tomorrow
What to plan if love comes first
Just sit down with me and follow
The compassion of the moment

The empty glass echoes the flirts of wine
The ashtrays show the still glowing fire
Your absence has made you omnipresent
Just stay here until you’ve returned

Two homes, two realities
One distance to face
Two pasts to be seen
One love to create
One distance to trace

What to see if I’m caught in your eyes
What to follow if I carry you inside
What to conquer if I want to be lost
In this feeling that just has passed

Two homes, two realities

One distance to face
Two pasts to be seen
One love to create
Just one distance to trace