From the mother grew the wanderer and to her he will return and from him she wanders

 If the sky came from the womb of my womb 
you are in me when you're out there 

If love is our absence from each others life 
while still there in the unseen, the unspoken 

If the most whole I can be is broken 
if you talk to me and I slip into your world 
like it's mine, I get closer 

If my freedom got lost I kiss you goodbey
to live it for me, just come home with a joke 
to get your curls, upwards on my lips

You who doesn't owe me anything 
choose me any way.