Four voices explore returning home and searching for lasting connection. They circle around memory, lingering emotion, and the question of whether love is already there or hidden. Flames and smoke repeat like a refrain for what stays and what fades.
When you make your way back home, I find some time to be alone.
I go to see the place once more, just like a thousand nights This is the place where I belong. I really love to turn you on. I've got your sound still in my ear while your traces Disappear. I climb the stage again this night, 'cause the flame seems still alive when the smoke is going down. Cause the flames seem still alive when the smoke is going down. When the smoke is going down.
When the smoke is going down.
Speak out if you do. You're not easy to find. Is it possible Mr. Lovable is already in my life? Right in front of me? Or maybe you're in disguise.
Who doesn't long for someone to hold? Who knows how to love you without being told? Somebody tell me why I'm on my own if there's a soulmate for everyone.
Here we are again. Circles never end. How do I find the perfect fit?
There's enough for everyone, but I'm still waiting in line. Who'd ever long for someone to hold who knows how to love you without being told? Somebody tell me why I'm on my own. If there's a soulmate for everyone, if there's a soulmate for everyone.
Most relationships seem so transitory.
They're all good but not the permanent one. Who doesn't love for someone
