Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare. 在房间里，在你的眼神釉华尔兹。

In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower 在您的燕尾服西装。我给它起一个名字。下

defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. 防御。我会放下棺材。开门。

Open the grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer...... 打开坟墓。谋杀。现在你跟你的凶手华尔兹......

Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare. 在房间里，在你的眼神釉华尔兹。

In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower 在您的燕尾服西装。我给它起一个名字。下

defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open the grave. 防御。我会放下棺材。开门。打开坟墓。

Mediocrity is the killer. 平庸是杀手。

   

You find yourself helpless. Christ is not a fashion, 你会发现自己的无奈。基督是不是一种时尚，

fleeting away. fashion... 短暂的离开。时尚...

   

He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh but I'd 他在她的眼里奠定了翡翠，呵呵但我会

already tried. a bracelet made of gold and scarlet 已经尝试过。黄金和猩红色手镯

thread around her wrist. and everything was wrong so we 线程在她的手腕上。一切都错了，所以我们

sang sentimental songs. Oh how seldom we belong but 唱伤感的歌。哦，怎么很少属于我们，但

how elegant our kiss. and we painted crooked lies but we 如何优雅我们的吻。我们画歪的谎言，但我们

danced in perfect time to a love so much refined, we 跳舞在完美的时间来爱那么多精，我们

know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour 不知道它是什么，直到像一个dullen酒，我们倒

into a grief we know before but it's never quite like this. never quite like this. 到悲伤，我们才知道，但它从来没有完全这样。遇不到这样的。

All I know now is regret, it follows like a silhouette 我只知道现在是后悔，它遵循像剪影

along the cobblestone behind me, but has nothing to 沿着我身后的鹅卵石，但没有任何关系

say except to innocently ask, a voice as delicate as 说，除了傻傻地问，声音的细腻

glass, "Do you see me when we pass?" but I continue on 玻璃， “你看到我的时候，我们通过了吗？ ”但我继续

my way. 我的方式。