Maybe we are mustard seeds
Underneath a heavy storm
Nothing lives if nothing gives
Nothing held too tight will grow
As those of us afraid of love -oh no
'Cause if one day I wake up
And my body is old
I will want to have loved
And I won't care much for gold
If one day I wake up
And I know it's the end
I won't need to pretend
To be anything at all
May we be worry free
Breath it in and let it go
May we live to forgive
Well we might as well
'Cause those of us curious can go
'Cause if one day I wake up
And my body is old
I will want to have loved
And I won't care much for gold
If one day I wake up
And I know it's the end
I won't need to pretend
To be anything at all
(Pedro Poeta)