To feel my love be born
And then to see it'll grow...

Poetically,
I must be dying...

Shhh...
The night is quiet...

I came to be nothing but a shell
swayed by ocean waves...

And it's true, all this time,
I've been like a lagoon...

War, I rearranged your letters,
And I found out...

Lord
You are not the sun across the mountains...

Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...

You that flutters in observance
From up, an olive tree...

To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...

To be just me, that's all I yearn to be.
But who is this me, whom I want to be...

The songs we sing
are nothing but notes...