The Hill (live) :: Marketa Irglova
“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 your not trying.
I’m on my knees in front of him,
but he doesn’t seem to see me.
But, all his troubles on his mind,
is looking right through me.
And, I’m letting myself down,
deciding is failing you.
And, I wish that you could see,
I have my troubles, too.”