Like concrete and rubber..

Let's smile.
Let's pretend one more time
that home is still home
with you, me and some emptiness.

Let's smile.
Let the walls, wound and memories in this home know,
that we are still the same, made up of concrete and rubber both.
The roads are dark and frozen, honey.
We have to endure the summer, winter and rain,
together,
like concrete and rubber,
for ever
and ever.