Behind your back reading books, behind your back writing words
You can no longer blame me for not working hard enough
Behind your back hurting, hurt related to my happiness
Behind your back silent, Behind your back piercing through
You can no longer make me watch the tide rise and fall

My love has disappeared without a trace
But memories consume me in the night
It doesn’t matter, as tears all turn to ash (as tears all turn into pieces of ash)
Behind your back, acquiring some time

Behind your back I stop time