I saw you standing by the window light Like a secret trying to become the night One look and the city disappeared One look and I knew why I was here If you take my hand I’ll follow through the dark Cross every ocean Burn every map Because some people arrive like destiny And I think you might be that to me That’s beautiful That’s exactly how it always starts Let’s be reckless Let’s be foolish Let’s make the poets right And then what? Let’s be the story people whisper When we know each other’s passwords? When we know how each coffee tastes? When we stop wondering? Years after we are gone Love survives everything Does it？ Or does something else survive？ After love? Love is fire Love is fate Love is finding one soul Or maybe that’s the performance Maybe that’s the bright costume Across a billion faces Love is everything Worth losing sleep for Worth dying for Worth living for Maybe that’s the music Before the theater empties You’re afraid No I’m observant I sit in restaurant You’re afraid No And I watch the future At every table What future? The ones who can’t stop staring Become the ones staring at their phones The ones speaking in constellations Eventually discuss groceries The ones who swear “Forever” Eventually ask “Did you pay the internet bill?” That’s not tragedy That’s life Love changes shape Maybe But what if the shape Was the thing I loved? What if the fire Wasn’t inside love? What if the fire Was love? Then let it burn Even if it dies And if all we’re loving Is possibility? A star still matters Though it falls If mystery is the oxygen And certainty the suffocation? A song still matters Though it ends If truth slowly murders Everything imagination built? Then choose the dream Choose me [Female] [Calm and doubt] And if one day We’re sitting here At the last table in the restaurant Choose the beautiful disaster Choose the unknown Before it becomes memory Looking at separate screens While silence eats the room? Then I’ll still be beside you Will that be love? I don’t know Neither do I Maybe love is real Maybe love is only its burning Maybe love survives Maybe only habit remains Maybe we’re standing At the beginning of a miracle Or the beginning of its ending And neither of us can tell the difference
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