Tiempo perdido
Marco Masini
Lost Time
It's lost time, babe,
talking about us two,
it's better to leave it at Plaza de Castilla,
where the thirty-two stops.
It's lost time, love,
it's pointless being here,
with the windshield wipers
zoning us out,
on this damn Monday that
you're crying over,
I'm suffering through,
just two lovers for the moment.
Dead time at the bar,
among games of hypocrisy,
confessing half-truths,
whispering sweet poetry,
with the complicity
of whoever took the picture
of our first kiss.
It's lost time, babe,
it's pointless to have pity,
because then your jealousy
would just come back.
Freedom's better,
better to cut it off
and until another day,
who takes the first step?
Dead time, I know,
with your hands in mine,
how to say no
with sex at high tide,
with desires for you,
that you have no clue about,
it's love
or just a reflection of my cowardice.
Dead time will be
us hugging in the doorway,
while eternity
won't park in our love.
Lie to me with another lie
because life isn't...
lost time, babe.
