i want to come back to you

to all the places where we have been

i don't need to travel anymore

i wanna have a flat white at BounGiorno's table 27

 

you cannot walk on my bridge

but you can meet me on the other side

and tell the new stories

 

you are not what you do

you are - i am

and you give me my outlines

 

i will hide all your smiles in a cave

and fill my pockets with stones

from our walks

 

you are my home

you are my dream

my sleepless night

and driving force