Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. 街道，这些愿景，在城市的折纸折叠。

Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, 建设，创造，我们的建筑师和国王，

Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, 提升街道石头从他们的床从内存中构建这些家庭，

As we’re tangled in our sleep. 正如我们在睡眠正在纠结。

   

We were young together, but I’ve grown ancient. 我们小时候在一起，但我已经长大了古代。

Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, 破解和风化，充满了遗憾，

Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. 等待下沉，冲在我睡觉下沉。

   

The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease, 实现汇通过类似疾病的皮肤，

A blight inside of me. 我内部的疫病。

Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers, 缺少你联系，你的体重在我的手指，

What was familiar becomes unfamiliar. 什么是熟悉变成陌生。

Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold. 给我一个锚，生命线举行。

Bring me back to something I know for sure. 将我带回东西，我知道。

   

Locked away, a dream-dweller pale from hiding with secrets 深锁，一个梦想，居民从藏身与苍白的秘密

Deeper than daylight dares to seek. 比白天更深入敢于追求。

Come out, emerge! 走出来，出现！

Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are. 手到我们的眼睛，曝光过度对所有我们。

   

Lay me down in a den of dreamers, 躺下的梦想家的住处，

Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. 让我休息的床轨枕。

   

Doubt is a plague. We’ll never be safe here again. 怀疑是瘟疫。我们永远是安全的这里。

When all their eyes are tied to me, just carry the conversation please. 当所有的目光都依赖于我，只是进行谈话吧。

   

We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes. 我们还年轻，沙堡国王的帝国大厦，城市和家园。

Architects tangled up in our sleep. 建筑师在我们的睡眠纠缠不清。

   

Wake up. 醒来。