The Hill by Glen Hansard
Walking up the hill tonight, and you have closed your eyes.
I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes and be wise.
Please try to be patient and know that I'm still learning.
I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning.
Where are you, my angel, now? Don't you see me crying?
And I know that you can't do it all, but you can't say I'm not trying.
I'm on my knees in front of him, but he doesn't seem to see me.
With all his troubles on his mind, he's looking right through me.
And I'm letting myself down by satisfying you.
And I wish that you could see I have my troubles, too.
Looking at you sleeping, I'm with the man I know.
And I'm sitting here weeping, while the hours pass so slow.
And I know that in the morning I have to let you go.
And you'll be just a man once I used to know
But for these past few days; someone I don't recognize.
This isn't all my fault. When will you realize?
Looking at you leaving, I'm looking for a sign.