When I return home in the evening
I barely can even talk
please don't look at me with that tenderness
as if I were a disappointing child
Yes, I know. This surely is not the life
that you dreamed one day the two of us we'd share
You'll see, you'll see,
You'll see that it will change
maybe it won't be tomorrow
but one day it will all change
You'll see, you'll see,
I am not finished yet
I can't tell you how or when
but one it will all change
I'd rather see you crying,
accusing me of failing you
then see you always react so tenderly
so accepting of what little I give you
when I think of you, I despair
because I just can't give you anymore.
You'll see, you'll see,
You'll see that it will change
maybe it won't be tomorrow
but one day it will all change
You'll see, you'll see,
I am not finished yet
I can't tell you how or when
but one it will all change