That you’d come back, I don’t expect it anymore
Beautiful, despite her big black eyes
My dreams have flown away
It’s freezing in my heart
Indeed, now he scares me
So what proves you’re a good Patrick?
I don’t know, he’ll have to tell me
At 15 or at 30, that’s how it is
You think you’re leaving first
But there, in your bags, they’re with you
At every trouble, you’ll see
For a yes, for a no, you’ll call back
At the slightest turmoil, we all drew it by chance, the leaving game
And no matter where you’ll go
Dad and Mom, kids in the back, yesterday’s pals
All the sisters and brothers, the cat, the boxer, grandpa and grandma
Always someone missing, a secret, a lover, a war, a volcano
Love’s so powerful, way more than blood
It’s those we choose who keep us alive
And if sometimes you lose your way
If tonight you’ve got no brothers, nor a port
Are you okay with coming with me
We all need to know
That we’re at home somewhere
Hello, what are you here for exactly?
As a Patrick Fiori look-alike
I’ve even got his piercing
No, but that was before
The mom and the dad, or two dads, or two moms, or 36 stepmoms
All the sisters and brothers, a boxer cousin, grandpa and grandma
Always someone missing, a secret, a lover, a war, a volcano
Love’s so powerful, way more than blood
It’s those we choose who keep us alive
A land and the sea, a table and some glasses, friends and landmarks
Songs, hard times, come here so we can hug you with arms wide open
Always a moment, a leaving, a child or it’s God who comes down
Love’s so powerful, way more than time
It’s those we choose who keep us alive
Tell me, don’t you think we look alike