If you quit, I quit too.
Till that day when we pack
for that day when we met,
hand in hand right beside each other,
when we disappear through the gate,
only to return that day
when we met.

We will go through that gate
and return to the cayos of our friends
then for sure....
We will be home.
I can smell the air of warm summer days,
talking in the pool,
solving each other problems,
till that day we met.

I stand by that gate
and wait... and wait...
till I see your face in the sun
and hand in hand, right beside each other
we will reappear in that gate
only to return every day after that.

We will survive!