If I made a list of my errors
Of the least to the worst
That exposed all the wounds,
The failures, disaffection and lies
I will offer the aroma of amber
I will offer the cedar of my tears
With the patience of the sea I will wait for life
To heal the confidence
If I could start over
I wouldn't have time to repair
If I made a voyage to my insides
And survived the laments
I would ask for the force to say how sorry I am
If I made a voyage to my insides
If I would start over
I wouldn't have time to repair
The spilled water is
The thirst that I feel will not satiate
How many things can I keep?
How many things can I treasure?
Sweet temptation
To leave it all
How much space do I want to occupy?
(Even the memories don't fit in this place)
How many things can I take?
(The last move should be the lightest)
Sweet temptation
To leave it all
Sweet temptation
To give it all away
If I could start over
I wouldn't have time to repair
The water spilled is
The thirst that I feel will heal me
The water spilled is
The thirst that I feel will heal me