What does the lament of lost time serve?
Memories that kill
Future does not arrive, the present left
And the past is binding us.
I'm sitting behind a hill
That doesn't let me see what's going on
It's been some days since we've not come back
From that day I found my house
I want to hide behind the hill
It's that I love not seeing you
Stay behind the hill
Because I want to
There, where the plants are
There, where the sun comes up
There, where there are no words
Where my lover is...
I am a man with problems, I suffer the same pains
That the others suffer
I am afraid of rejection, I am terrified of failure
And so many other things.
I want to hide behind the hill
It's that I love not seeing you
Stay behind the hill
Because I want to
I have the right to stay behind the hill
Because I want to
There's no Christ who could take me out of here, no, no
Because I want to,
Because I want to.