Woorden: Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová. The Hill.

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?

I know that you can 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

but all his troubles on this night

is 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,

another man I love.

I'm sitting here weeping

while the hours pass so slow.

I know that in the morning

I have to let you go

and you'll be just a man

once I used to know.

Before these past 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.