I don't have borders, they have been limited. Without my heart I cannot return.
Little by little we die and we always come back to the same. Although I think I deserve a better life than this.
Apologies and casualties are taken by the waves. You sink in the hope that I hold. Slowly I was ruined and frightened by love, but I leave for a better life now.
I give you back, I give you back, this love that you let me borrow. Give me back my life, give me back my and we will call it even. I should remind you that there was bad weather the day I met you. How you want to speak of the summers.
The years we counted, never did we live them. With my soul, with the soul that I have delivered. So, what are we waiting for? We are born and we die and you ask and me, what else should I give you?
I give it back to you...this life you let me borrow. Give me my life back and we will call it even. I should remind you that there was bad weather the day we met...how you still want to talk of the summers