In summer when it’s nine o’clock

In summer when it’s nine o’clock
it’s seven o’clock by the sun
here, for now.
In winter when it’s nine o’clock
it’s eight o’clock by the sun
here, for now.

How your absence invades my body,
how I forget the things I knew,
how every night and every day that passes
I feel the desire for your presence.

Sometimes I think that without you
I would have done nothing, ever in life.
Sometimes I think that with you
I will do nothing, ever in life.
When I think that I think these things
I think I am an anxious lover.

So that you can be you
I haven’t stopped being me;
so that I can be me
you haven’t stopped being you:
you and I have always
wanted to be two of us.

The time sung, the time told,
the time counted, that’s left to me now
and that I don’t know if I’ll sing, if I’ll tell,
if I’ll count, or if there’s any left for me.