I find myself alone again
with my face cast down
because I tremble at the idea
of discovering heaven
I am afraid of losing
what is not mine
I am afraid of having
what I don't have any more
Chorus:
If the things I don't know
could hover up high
I'd be ready to give
all of them to you
If I could explain to you in flight
the wings that I don't have
I'd be ready to give
the lightness of it to you
Time has fun
and sows promises
but then it leaves us alone
to wait for its flowers
Chorus:
If the things I don't know
could hover up high
I'd be ready to give
all of them to you
If I could explain to you in flight
the wings that I don't have
I'd be ready to give
the lightness of it to you
If I could explain to you in flight
the wings that I don't have