Detener El Tiempo

As a child in front of a calendar I asked:
"In December, on the 31st, will the world end?"
Everyone laughed, I didn't know why.
"Something more," I heard, "we have a little more time left".

I wasn't convinced and went to the wall clock.
If I don't wind it up, I understand, I'll manage to stop time.
I told my brother about it, and he looking at me,
"why?" he said, "why?".

For the first time I felt real fear
and even then I knew it wouldn't leave me.
And I dreamt of a crowd following me
shouting "Time cannot be stopped".

One day a car stopped next to me,
chameleons were driving, the ones that played songs
and with them I decided I would be able
to have all of eternity.

And I grew up trying in vain to unravel
everything that fear hides
and I sank into "Blonde On Blonde"
making the days last much longer,
much longer, I swear, much longer.

And even if the fear were to show up again
by then I knew it wouldn't leave me,
and between books and songs one day I thought
that maybe time could be stopped.

We're doing well, I said we're doing well, but we can do even better.
We're doing well, I said we're doing well, but we can do even better
and then I discovered that fear hides
many days and even more nights
that someone wiser than me would want to avoid.

Now I write my songs and take refuge in,
sometimes pure things and other times the hardest drugs.
I know it's not perfect but today I can say
there's more left, there's much, much more.

As present as fear became the truth
and now that I have them in front of me I know they'll always be there.
And even if crowds keep chasing me,
now I know that time can be stopped,
now I know that time can be stopped,
now I know that time can be stopped.