You were looking away from me, western skies calling you. 你要找离我而去，西方的天空给你打电话。

Colors spilling, running dazzling you. 颜色溢出，运行你眼花缭乱。

I was looking the other way, voices call from the east, 我一直在寻找其他的方式，声音从东打电话，

I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet. 我看到我有种植在我脚下的树木根部。

It could be I'm searching for a place so small with room for everything 这可能是我在寻找这么小，房间的一切的地方

where worlds on worlds revolve. 其中对世界的世界旋转。

But how can we wait? I wouldn't hold you back. 但是我们怎么能等吗？我不会拖你后腿。

Suppose I was the clever one and words came easy to me. 假如我是聪明的一个，也就是说来得容易给我。

I could say I was writing a song about you and me. 我可以说我在写关于你和我的一首歌。

Maybe that verse is yet to be found, but waits inside of me, 也许这节经文是尚未被发现，但等待我的内心，

a secret room a tangled web to unweave. 一个秘密房间错综复杂，以unweave 。

But how can we wait knowing our ways, how can we hold on, 但是我们怎么能知道等待我们的方法，我们怎么能坚持下去，

still you know it's not too late. 还是你知道这是不是为时已晚。