When I was young I fell in love with story, 当我年轻的时候爱上了故事，

With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory. 随着最后时刻，荣耀的火焰。

   

The theater lights dim and all goes quiet. 剧场灯光暗淡，所有安静下来。

In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest. 在最黑暗的房间，光线照射最亮。

   

When hands are tied and clocks are ticking, 当双手被缚和时钟滴答作响，

An audience convinced: we’re leaning in, 观众相信：我们倚在，

Holding our breath again. 再次抱着我们的呼吸。

   

Just when we thought the game was over 正当我们以为比赛已经结束

The music lifts and our dying solider lives! 音乐电梯和我们的垂死士兵的生命！

And we breathe a sigh of relief. 和我们呼吸了一口气。

   

We’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now. 我们要走了，我们要离开我们的影子在我们身后了。

We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now. 我们要走了，我们要离开这一切的背后现在。

   

But even dust was made to settle 但是，即使灰尘是为了解决

And if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different? 和灰尘，如果我们做，那么是什么让我们有什么不同？

I guess we give what we’ve been given: 我想我们给什么，我们已经给出：

A family tree so very good at giving up 家谱所以非常善于放弃

When we’ve had enough. 当我们已经受够了。

Though truth is heavier than fiction, 虽然事实是比小说更重，

Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape. 重力升降机的放映卷磁带。

And it makes us brave again 这让我们再一次勇敢

And it makes us brave again 这让我们再一次勇敢

And it makes us brave. 这让我们勇敢。

   

So we’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now. 因此，我们离开的时候，我们要离开我们的影子在我们身后了。

We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now. 我们要走了，我们要离开这一切的背后现在。

And it makes us brave again 这让我们再一次勇敢

And it makes us brave. 这让我们勇敢。

We’re leaving, we’re leaving ‘em all behind for now. 我们要走了，我们要走了时间都落后于现在。