Simon (Petros)

Out of heaven comes a steady rain
Glory feels so heavy, beauty feels like pain
And out of darkness comes a steady light
Against all my reason, I put up a fight

Oh, if I could love you more than all the saints
And angels combined
If I could give you just one tiny thing
It would be my own life

Rivers carve the valleys on my face
I told you I’d not leave you
But how I run away
As the coldness settles on my back
Who is the greatest lover?
You said: You are I am

Oh, if I could love you more than all the saints
And angels combined
If I could give you just one tiny thing
It would be my own life

Oh, if I could love you more than all the saints
And angels combined
If I could give you just one tiny thing
It would be my own life

It would be my life

Teach me how to care and not to care
I’ve nullified your language
With judgments I could spare
Teach me how to feed, and how to eat
Tell me once again, love, what you saw in me

Oh, if I could love you more than all the saints
And angels combined
If I could give you just one tiny thing
It would be my own life

Oh, if I could love you more than all the saints
And angels combined
If I could give you just one tiny thing
It would be my own life

It would be my life

O, bonitas! O, bonitas! O, bonitas!
O, bonitas! O, bonitas! O, bonitas!
O, bonitas! O, bonitas! O, bonitas!
O, bonitas! O, bonitas! O, bonitas!

Oh, if I could love you more than all the saints
And angels combined
If I could give you just one tiny thing
It would be my own life