I am the only one 我是唯一一个

Searching for you 找你

And if I get caught 如果我被抓住

Well, then the search is through 好吧，那么搜索是通过

   

And the stories you hear 而你听到的故事

You know they never add up 你知道他们永远不会加起来

I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart 我听到的数据图表迫害的妄想土人“

Be quiet, the weather's on the night news 安静，天气是在当晚的新闻

   

Empty homes, plastic combs 空舍，塑料梳子

Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome 被盗的房间是镀铬的合金

I've got style 我有风格

Miles and miles 千里

So much style that it's wasting 这么多的风格，它的浪费

So much style that it's wasting 这么多的风格，它的浪费

So much style that it's wasting 这么多的风格，它的浪费

   

Now, she's the only one 现在，她是唯一一个

Who always inhales 谁总是吸入

Paris is stale 巴黎是过时

And it's war if we fail 和它的战争，如果我们失败了

   

And in the migrant hotels 而在农民家

They never sleep, they never will 他们从来不睡觉，他们永远也不会

Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold 他们的灵魂是crumblin “像污垢土块持有

Your cigarette cuts to the inside 你的香烟切到内线

   

Empty homes, plastic combs 空舍，塑料梳子

Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome 被盗的房间是镀铬的合金

I've got style 我有风格

Miles and miles 千里

So much style that it's leaving 这么多的风格，它的离开

This pattern's torn and we're weaving 这种模式的蹂躏，我们正在编织

This pattern's torn and we'll weave it 这种模式的蹂躏，我们将它编织