Thanks for standing by me

Hay días en los que el cuerpo sólo te pide gritar.

Días en que todo y todos te molestan.

En que necesitas llorar y sentirte mimada y consentida.

Que necesitas dejarte querer y ser el centro de atención.

Y, sin embargo, sabes que no puedes permitirte ese tipo de días.

Que has de conformarte con agachar la cabeza y que el único testigo de tus lágrimas sea el papel sobre el que escribes.

On my way, way to the stars, I found
you were there, laying down, next to a hole.
Hold me, you said, you had faith in God above.
But it seemed that you didn't believe
in reality, in people on earth,
in people to whom you've given birth.

And I forgot to call you,
this is just what I do.
You stand there just like a wall that
I can't even try to talk to you.

I wrote down all of your thoughts,
well, the ones you let me see
when you're not watching TV.
You said you'd go for a walk,
but that was three weeks ago and now
you spend your time counting the pages
of a second hand bible
pocket edition that you have,
that you have ...

And I forgot to call you,
this is just what I do.
You stand there just like a wall that
I can't even try to talk to you.

And I forgot to call,
this is just how I work.
I stand there still like a photo on your hands
that you can't try to explain yourself.