I give to you a concert of smiles,
And my face washed with your breeze.
I give you an orchestra of groans,
And make sense of the senseless.
I give to you a copy of my key,
So you can open my soul with confidence.
I give to you a passage to my pillow,
So that my body may shutdown (stop).
I am yours, I am yours,
As being yours is my only way,
Yours is the staircase to my madness,
I am yours, I am yours,
Yours is the silence that hurts me,
Yours is this fire even though it burns me,
I give you live fish, from the dead sea,
I give you all my weaknesses and all my wealth,
I give to you a Quixote and a mill,
And a herd of cold kisses.
I am yours, I am yours,
As being yours is my only way,
Yours is the staircase to my madness,
I am yours, I am yours,
Yours is the silence that hurts me,
Yours is this fire even though it burns me,
Love, I am yours, I am yours,
Yours is the silence that hurts me,
Yours is this fire even though it burns me.