You cannot give me what I want,
nor grant me my desire.
You can't be perfect as a man
and that's what I require.
...
I'm like a clod of earth which cowers
beneath a threatening sky;
afraid that when the rain comes down
I'll melt away and die.
...
Treasure
You cannot give me what I want,
nor grant me my desire.
You can't be perfect as a man
and that's what I require.
No one can give me what I have;
all else I will refuse
For once I gave what I can't keep
for that which I can't lose.