Home Across Borders

The night is soft, the candles glow. And baby, you still steal

the show. From Milan's rain to the port of the sea, you kept texting,

you still miss me. Oh, you know me. Love ain't about

the where or when, it's the road that always brings me home

again. You're my home, wherever I roam, from Milan's streets to the waves

of foam. If the stars fall from that velvet sky, I'll still be

yours 'til the end of time. Mm-mm. Marseille winds

kept humming low, and I was humming back, found warmth in your glow.