Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? 难道他亲吻早上你的眼皮，当你开始抬头？

And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall? 和他是否从你的床和墙之间的空间，唱歌给你不停？

Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? 难道他走了一整天在学校里，他的脚在你的鞋子呢？

Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you. 低头每走几步假装他走了你。

Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched 呵呵，不知道他在下面你的脖子那个地方是你最喜欢被感动

And does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? 和他是否突破句子哭得像我爱你太多？

   

Does he lay awake listening to your breath? 难道他躺在床上听着你的呼吸？

Worried you smoke too many cigarettes. 担心你抽烟太多的香烟。

Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? 他现在咳嗽在浴室的地板？

For every speck of tile there's a thousand more 对于瓷砖的每一粒有一个一千多

You won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally 你永远不会看到，但最里面抱自己永远

   

Well, I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. 那么，整个国家，我的药鬼，我们绘制了我的死亡。

In every city, memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest." 在每一个城市，回忆会嘀咕： “这里是你休息。 ​​”

I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees 我在芝加哥决定，但我挖我的牙齿到我的膝盖

And I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. 我解决了一个电话，唱入你的机器。

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine 你是我的阳光，我唯一的阳光

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine 你是我的阳光，我唯一的阳光

   

And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. 我吻了一个破碎的下巴，她的父亲给她一个女孩。

She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. 她的眼睛够亮烧我。他们提醒你我。

And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field 而在一个故事告诉了她在红胭脂的小女孩，阳光，伤痕累累场

And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. 并有行成熟的西红柿，其中一个秘密被隐藏了。

And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. 则上升如雷，在我们的手鼓掌。

And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote, 它绵延数百年来写日记的结尾，我写道：

You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray 你使我快乐哦！当天空是灰色的

You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray and gray and gray. 你使我快乐哦！当天空是灰色和灰色和灰色。

   

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with hands 以及时钟的心脏就挂了开宝箱的手里面

Stretched towards the calendar hanging itself 伸向日历挂本身

But I will not weep for those dying days. 但我不会哭的那些垂死的日子。

For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed. 对于所有谁已经离开的人有几个是住。

And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid. 他们发现我在这里和我在那里奠定了草把我拉。