Who would've known? 谁应该明白的？

To the lips of a failed writer 一个失败的作家的嘴唇

To crash a cup of wine 崩溃一杯酒

To throw a toast to an island that's slowly sinking 扔举杯的岛屿，是慢慢下沉

I can almost hear you 我几乎可以听到你

Hear you crying 听到你哭

Momma you are killing yourself 妈妈，你是杀自己

Momma what can I do? í妈妈该怎么办？

And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips 我会是一个把针插入我的指尖

Only to erase the memories 只擦除存储器

And to laugh when I think what my father did 而当我觉得我父亲笑

She sits 她坐在

She waits 她等待

She toasts her prayers 她烤制她的祈祷

Not speaks of them 不是说他们的

Momma you are killing yourself 妈妈，你是杀自己

Momma what can I do? í妈妈该怎么办？

She sits 她坐在

She waits 她等待