Casa

First it was dizziness
Like in any passion
It was just closing my eyes
And letting my body go with the rhythm
Then it was an addiction, an intoxication
Eating away at my veins
Destroying me on the ground

But there was always a bed ready
And food on the stove

Lights on
Waiting for me at the gate for you to see
That I'm coming back home
See me
That I'm coming back home again

Sometimes it's a storm
As if it were a navigation
The boat may capsize
It may also not
I've been halfway around the world
Levitating with desire
So much pleasure and whisper
Already imprinted on the mattress

Because there's always a bed ready
And food on the stove, stove

Lights on
Waiting for me at the gate for you to see
That I'm coming back home
And see
That I'm coming back home again

First it was dizziness
Like in any passion
Soon it was an addiction
Destroying me on the ground
The boat may capsize
It may also not
So much pleasure and whisper
Already imprinted on the mattress

Because there's always a bed ready
And food on the stove

Lights on
Waiting for me at the gate for you to see
That I'm coming back home
See me
That I'm coming back home

See
That I'm coming back home
See
That I'm coming back home again