Who are you to tell me not to care?
Who are you to tell me not to love you?
Not to hold your hand and leave our traces in our sand
With all the good and bad that comes along.
Who are you to tell me I don't care?
Who are you to tell me I don't suffer?
Hold my hand through desperate lands and soon we'll see 
the sorry hand
And you will be alone with all your needs.
Not long ago we were happy,
Watching our hearts in the backyard, playing.
Not long ago we were happy,
Watching our hearts in the backyard, playing.