We could go to the sea,
sleep in the car if you like.
Draw on the windows.
Eat wherever we want to.
Do you remember how it was,
the life inside the snapshots?
When the cities where meadows.
When it was enough for us to feel like us
and ask each other 'How are you?',
and reply 'You already know'.
Staying embraced and half-dressed until night.
But look at us, here we are.
I know it's scary.
To love each other again o perhaps even more.
I wonder then, 'Where was I? Where were you?'
To love each other carefully, never losing each other anymore.
We meet again where I was, where you were.
In the never-spoken words,
in the ungiven reason.
In the notes inside our pockets.
In the savings inside a box.
Thus, amidst photos and wardrobes,
the house looks like scenery.
We come back as two strangers.
We come back to leave.
And believe me, I wouldn't want to,
perhaps neither would you
who were screaming and I hadn't realised until now.
But look at us, here we are.
In the end, it's about being careful.
To love each other again o perhaps even more.
I wonder then, 'Where was I? Where were you?'
To love each other carefully, never losing each other anymore.
We meet again where I was, where you were.
And when it was colder,
where was I? Where were you?
And halfway of each bed,
where was I? Where were you?
Where was I? Where were you?
Where was I? Where were you?
I'd like to take you away,
stop before dawn like in the movies
and look at you like no one else.
To tell you, 'My love, we were here
and now we're here'.
To love each other again o perhaps even more.
I wonder then, 'Where was I? Where were you?'
To love each other carefully, never losing each other anymore.
We meet again where I was, where you were.
And when it was colder,
where was I? Where were you?
And halfway of each bed,
where was I? Where were you?
Where was I? Where were you?
Where was I? Where were you?