The Unfinished Letter

The hours drag their heels like a wound that won't scar,
Mais le temps, il me faut — just to reach where you are.
I will wait by the window, I'll burn every light,
Je serai lа, je serai li — till you come back tonight.

Not gold, not a prayer, not the tears that I weep —
C’est l’amour, seulement l’amour — that can lull you to sleep
In my arms once again, where the storm used to break,
Je serai la — for my own desperate sake.

I will fight with my silence, I'll fight with my skin,
Pour gagner ton amour — let the new world begin.
But the wall that your pride built is taller than grief,
L’amour le brisera — like a dry, falling leaf.

Si l’on pouvait revenir to the first stolen glance,
I would not be so fearless, I'd give you the chance
To see my own cracks, not my armour so cold —
But your fortress stands silent, so ancient and old.
N’y a-t-il donc plus d’espoir? — Is there no crack of light?
Must I burn all my letters and whisper goodnight?
Je t’aime — and it cuts me like glass in my palm,
While I kneel in the wreckage, so fragile, so calm.

Essaie, mon amour, essaie — just to look through the glass
At the woman who crumbles, who lets the years pass.
Notre amour — it's a garden I watered with storms —
Don't let it turn desert, don't let it lose forms.