Maison (part. Lucie)

Where do we go?
When we don’t have a home anymore?
The flowers under the concrete
Mom, tell me, where do we go?

Do we ever really know?
Or are we just pretending all the time?
Where does the heart go when it gets lost?
In the doubts and the winters?
Why do the days all feel the same?
Do we end up seeing what we create?
Mom, tell me

Beyond
The storm there is
Love, love, love
When the sky opens up
Everything calms down
And everything is alright

Where does it go?
Happiness, so fragile
When it wavers and breaks
Mom, tell me, where does it go?

Why does the world seem so big
When we grow a little taller than before?
What happens to the dreams that escape?
And the memories we forget?
Will I always have questions?
Maybe I’ll turn them into songs
Mom, tell me

Beyond
The storm there is
Love, love, love
When the sky opens up
Everything calms down
And everything is alright