Maybe

Mmm… every day feels golden… but still cold inside. I've been walking through the noise, talking to the shadows of my voice. Everybody's wearing borrowed skin, smiling wide, hiding where they've been. I'm no saint, I never was. I've touched the bottom more than once. Still, down in waters cold and deep, I saw the sky refusing sleep. If you really wanna know me, don't look at the face I show. Look at what I carry through the dark, look at what I don't let go. Sous les mêmes étoiles, je te reconnais. Même dans le silence, je te reconnais. Maybe love begins when the masks fall away. Maybe we were never strangers, just souls who lost their way. Under the same stars… I know you… I keep my laughter safe somewhere, a couple dreams, a whispered prayer. I carry starlight in my hands, and just enough night to understand. If you're walking next to me, stay true. Don't bring me promises you can't live through. We could become each other's home, or disappear in words alone. The choice is simple when the night's this long: I choose the light. What do you choose? If you really wanna know my heart, don't fall for what shines on the outside. Touch the part of me that stayed alive, through every low tide. Sous les mêmes étoiles, je te reconnais. Même dans le silence, je te reconnais. Maybe love begins when the masks fall away. Maybe we were never strangers, just souls who lost their way. I thought love was a feeling. I thought love was a choice. Then I heard you in the silence. And recognized your voice. Maybe some souls don't meet. Maybe they remember. Sous les mêmes étoiles, je te reconnais. Même dans le silence, je te reconnais. Maybe love begins when the masks fall away. Maybe we were never strangers, just souls who found their way. Sous les mêmes étoiles… je te reconnais…