The clock seems to get stolen again
and time will stop
and we are going to look at each other
perhaps in a dream
or at midnight
when the sun was no where to be found
In the morning
I look at us again
thinking about what\'s going to happen next
in this house for two
we started the journey
from strangers
to travellers
Then comes the day
when we have to say goodbye
when we have to leave
all the memories
and all the stories behind
and in this house for two
someday we will miss them too.