Simon (Petros)

Out of heaven comes a steady rain
Glory feels so heavy, beauty feels like pain
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 I have 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

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

O, Bonitas! O, Bonitas! O, Bonitas!