| I’m a woman made of haste, wishes and madness |
| In the desert of my birth, religion and sadness |
| I learned to search in faces for a familiar evador |
| In yours I found the saint, the sinner and savior |
| We never said goodbye somewhere we stopped talking |
| You stayed in Southern California while I kept on walking |
| You know you never really told me when you knew that you chose her |
| So I folded you inside my dreams, like an old concert poster |
| Soon I’ll close my eyes |
| They’re tired but wide open |
| Now that I’m not so broken |
| Now that I’m not afraid |
| On my knees every night |
| Yeah I’m new to believing |
| It’s better than the grieving |
| At least that’s what they say |
| There’s no way but through |
| But I don’t know how to stop loving you |
| In the evening here the hawks sail the shattered sky |
| The breeze against the cedars is a welcome lullabye |
| If the quiet had a color it would be that shade of green |
| Maybe somewhere near the ocean you’re thinking of me |
| Soon I’ll close my eyes |
| They’re tired but wide open |
| Now that I’m not so broken |
| Now that I’m not afraid |
| On my knees every night |
| Yeah I’m new to believing |
| It’s better than the grieving |
| At least that’s what they say |
| There’s no way but through |
| But I don’t know how to stop loving you |