Sunday nights are slow surrender. 周日晚上很慢投降。

It never lasts and we never learn. 它从来都不会长久，我们永远也学不会。

We can still make this one to remember. 我们仍然可以使这个记忆。

It’s Sunday night and we’ve time to burn. 这是星期天晚上，我们已经一次燃烧。

Tomorrow morning can wait its turn. 明天上午可以等待轮到它。

So charge your glasses and raise a toast to the memory gained, 因此，将酒杯，提高举杯记忆获得，

to the sleep that we lost. 以我们失去了睡眠。

Another weekend run to ground, 另一个周末运行到地面，

another passing coat of red painted across our town. 红色的另一个传递喷涂，在我们镇上。

Work is shallow, cuts are deep, but who would waste two days respite? 工作很浅，切口深，但谁也浪费2天喘息的机会？

You can’t catch up on sleep. 你不能对睡眠追赶。

So here we are, last chance saloon, 所以我们在这里，最后的机会交谊厅，

the ticking clock and a slow defeat, it’ll all be over soon. 滴答作响的时钟和一个缓慢的失败，一切都会很快结束。

Once more friends unto the breach, bleary-eyed, 一旦对违反更多的朋友，睡眼惺忪，

the stuff of dreams always slips out of reach. 梦寐以求的东西总是滑倒遥不可及。

Defiance dressed in crumpled clothes, 蔑视穿着皱巴巴的衣服，

protest played out with a headache, starting late and going slow. 抗议发挥出了头痛，起步晚和持续缓慢。

So though we know we have to be here, 所以，虽然我们知道我们必须在这里，

we have tasted freer air, so we don’t have to care. 我们已经尝到了自由的空气，所以我们不必在意。

All our days will fade away in hazy nights and clear mistakes. 我们所有的日子将逐渐消失在朦胧的夜晚，清晰的错误。

So here’s to us and needs that must. 因此，这里的我们，需要的是必须的。

Let’s raise a toast for one last boast 让我们提出一个土司的最后一夸

because it’s Sunday night and we’ve time to burn. 因为它是星期天晚上，我们已经一次燃烧。

Tomorrow morning can wait its turn. 明天上午可以等待轮到它。