Volver a Comenzar

If I made a list of my mistakes
From the smallest to the worst
If I exposed all the wounds
The failures, heartbreaks, and lies

I will offer the scent of amber
I will offer cedar and my tears
With the patience of the sea, I will wait
A whole life for trust to heal

If I were to start over
I wouldn't have time to repair

If I took a journey into my inner self
And survived the regrets
I would ask for strength to say how sorry I am
If I returned from a journey into my inner self

If I were to start over
I wouldn't have time to repair
The spilled water is there
The thirst I feel won't be quenched

How many more things can I keep?
How many things can I treasure?
Sweet temptation to leave it all behind

How much more space do I want to occupy?
(Even memories no longer fit in this place)
How many things can I take with me?
(The last move must be the lightest)
Sweet temptation to leave it all behind
Sweet temptation, to give it all away

If I were to start over
I wouldn't have time to repair
The spilled water is there
The thirst I feel will heal
The spilled water is there
The thirst I feel will heal