The walls are talking and the only person who can hear me is nearly gone. 墙壁说话，谁也听我的唯一的人几乎没有了。

I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words 我站在你的床边，对文字的边缘

That I can't say, for the fear that I might fall. 这我不能说，因为我可能会下降的恐惧。

Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint, 也许我怕的图片，我画，

Won't capture the beauty of you. 不会捕获你的美。

And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears, 而且，你听到的是沉默在你耳边的最后一件事，

As I sink beneath the weight of it all. 当我沉入这一切的重压下。

   

I could call you my lover, call you a beast, 我可以叫你我的爱人，你叫兽，

Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach. 打电话给你的岛屿，在那里信仰不能达到。

Call you a lion, call you a man, 叫你一声狮子，叫你一个人，

You're the line that ties me to things. 你是说绑了我的东西就行了。

I don't understand. 我不明白。

   

Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture, 你为你凋谢的微笑，是漂亮的图片，

You wouldn't sell to the lady next door. 你不会卖给小姐隔壁。

You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price, 你告诉我的音乐和艺术，它没有价格，

It's for the heart, I should give it away, 这是对心脏，我应该把它送人，

Use it for the freedom of us all. 用它为我们所有人的自由。

   

I could call you my lover, call you a beast, 我可以叫你我的爱人，你叫兽，

Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach. 打电话给你的岛屿，在那里信仰不能达到。

Call you a lion, call you a man, 叫你一声狮子，叫你一个人，

You're the line that ties me to things. 你是说绑了我的东西就行了。

I don't understand. 我不明白。