[00:00.655]I caught the rain within my palm
[00:05.200]A gentle trickle soft and calm
[00:11.473]I closed my fist to make it mine
[00:16.836]But liquid slipped beyond the line
[00:22.255]We count the season by the fruits
[00:27.745]Each petal borrows from the roots
[00:32.418]The leaves are only on loan
[00:38.018]The branch will never call them its own
[00:42.109]The river runs through open hands
[00:44.564]The wind takes back the borrowed sands
[00:47.509]The world is only lent to me
[00:50.091]I pass it on willingly
[00:52.927]The river runs through open hands
[00:55.145]The wind takes back the borrowed sands
[00:58.327]The only thing that's truly mine
[01:01.436]Is what I've tasted, not the wine
[01:27.245]We count the season by the fruits
[01:32.736]Each petal borrows from the roots
[01:37.373]The leaves are only on loan
[01:42.955]The branch will never call them its own
[01:46.191]The river runs through open hands
[01:49.700]The wind takes back the borrowed sands
[01:52.409]The world is only lent to me
[01:55.009]I pass it on willingly
[01:57.791]The river runs through open hands
[02:00.627]The wind takes back the borrowed sands
[02:03.173]The only thing that's truly mine
[02:06.282]Is what I've tasted, not the wine