2mil Horas (part. Gus)

A lighthouse without light
Behind a window
A neighborhood without south
With only one house
I passed by the beach running early this morning
And I took a picture of the sea before you leave

2 thousand hours
A mirror in the middle of nowhere
A chair half abandoned
Where I used to sit to cut memories

2 thousand hours
A landscape-less road
A garden around a lake
Where we took off all our shoes
2 thousand hours

Outside
The cold burns me
My bed
Says it's waiting for you
Not seeing you
That's the sentence
I want to tell you
That nothing is the same

Since you asked me to move to the south
And now how do I get rid of this blue?
And how do I ask the sun to take care of me tomorrow?
And how do I grow two flowers before you leave?

2 thousand hours
A mirror in the middle of nowhere
A chair half abandoned
Where I used to sit to cut memories

2 thousand hours
A landscape-less road
A garden around a lake
Where we took off all our shoes

It's 2 thousand hours
That won't be returned
I want to go back to that Sunday
I want to get to know you again

It's 2 thousand hours
That won't be returned
I want to go back to that Sunday
I want to get to know you again

2 thousand hours
A mirror in the middle of nowhere
A chair half abandoned
Where I used to sit to cut memories
2 thousand hours

A landscape-less road
A garden around a lake
Where we took off all our shoes
2 thousand hours