A woman's purse weighs like her life was inside it
Between a book she never wants to finish reading and makeup to stop the time
There's her picture from a year ago that she put aside because she didn't like it
But looking at it again now she realizes she was beautiful, but she didn't realize it
A woman's purse recognizes her hands and only her can get in
Hidden in a pocket there's that journey she's been wanting to go on forever
Millions of receipts, the useless anaesthetic of her pain
And stupid guilts for that desire of pleasure
And if she found those days
Of caresses in her hair
For only two minutes
She would pay one thousand years
Years spent to find again
The things that someone has lost
The longing to smile, to forgive
The weakness to still be
The way the others want her to be
A woman's purse never matches what she's living
It hides her phone, jealous of someone that's calling her
Next to her keys, the same obsession to forget about them again
And in that apparent mess, the fear of being lonely
A woman's purse can reveal her secrets in a moment
And maybe her life has distractedly stayed in yours
You, who thought that there was still some room for another love
But in a woman's purse there's no room to forget, to forget
And go where your heart brings you,yeah
A cut out inside your driving license
You've been there a thousand times, but
You've never understood anything about it
There's nothing that helps you understand
The meaning of a night that cannot enchant
The meaning of you recalling and making plans
Forgetting to live in this moment
Now that a wind that blows away the clouds is rising
And that takes away the winters
The dust, the doubts and the miracles
After having waited for a thousand years
Years spent to find again
Years spent to find again
The things that someone has lost
The longing to smile, to forgive
The weakness to still be
The way the others want her to be
A woman's purse weighs like my life was inside of it