Forgiveness from Igiene by Maya Elena

The summer, the summer treats you well,

But tell, can you tell,

What the cave holds, what the cave holds, what the cave holds,

In the morning.



Listen, listen when it speaks to you,

Believe the void,

when it shows you to, when it shows you to, when it shows you to

The work to do.



Where did all the time go?

Where did all the time go?



It's really not my job to do your work for you,

I've got my own, plenty of my own, waiting back at home.

Forgiveness is forgiving yourself, for giving yourself,

To someone, who didn't take the chance, to heal themselves.



Where did all the time go?



It's really not my job to do your work for you,

I've got my own, plenty of my own, waiting back at home.

Forgiveness is forgiving yourself, for giving yourself,

To someone, who didn't take the chance, to heal themselves.

Forgiveness is forgiving yourself, for giving yourself,

To someone, who didn't take the chance, to heal themselves

• Alternative
• Folk
• acoustic guitar
• folky jazz
• singer-songwriter
• Minneapolis