If you want, I’ll bring you
a letter written in the sand
with the last drop of blood.
If you want, out of a hundred memories
I’ll arrange a tear-shaped bouquet
and I’ll lay it at your feet.
Just don’t make me
wait for a miracle
another day.
If you want, I’ll teach you
by heart two special words,
so that you could finally whisper them.
And if you want, I’ll disappear like rain
in the grey hair of trees, far away,
and you won’t find me.
Just don’t make me
wait for a miracle
another day.
Each day quietens us down,
lulls us to sleep, makes us drift away.
Time, like snow, will lift us,
will cover us, will forget us. /x4
Please, don’t make me
wait for a miracle
another day.