I wish you had made me somewhat stronger|to resist the test of time|I wish you had cast me out of iron|so not a word could pierce my hide||'Cause when it rains, my clay is dissolving|and I lose all form and shape|and when I melt you need to form me all anew|is if I were never meant to stay the same||But you make every breath a second chance||I wish you had made me somewhat lighter|this heavy heart still pulls me down|I wish you had given me some hollow bones to pick|instead of hollow phrases all around||I wish you had given me perspective|in twenty years of slow decay|'cause life and death are closer than the closest friends|you'll see it at the ending of the day||But you make every breath a second chance||I wish you'd tell me how to worry|I wish you'd teach me how to cry|I wish you'd show me how to rest in your embrace|and ask you about our life and love and why