There's venom on your tongue, 有毒液的舌头，

Silver linings, sugarcoating, ultimatums, 银色的衬里，糖衣，最后通牒，

And I swear I won't regret you, 我发誓我不会后悔你，

Fingers crossed, when you're at a loss, 手指交叉，当你处于亏损状态，

You'll analyze your life story, 你会分析你的人生故事，

   

Take take that back while you're standing there, 以收回那句话你站在那里一会儿，

The frozen words stuck in mid air, 冷冻的话卡在半空中，

And in your tracks I'll stop you still, 而在你的轨道，我会阻止你还在，

'Cause I still have got this love give, 因为我仍然得到了这段爱情前加，

   

It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion, 这是完美的混乱和现实主义的幻想，

It's the idea that I will feel brand new again, 这是我会觉得全新的再次的想法，

In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar, 在人群中的一百万，她是熟悉的气味，

She's the hand that reaches back to pull me over, 她到达回来拉过我的手，

And I am, dooh, 而我，户外数字标牌，

   

You're obvious distaste, 你是明显的厌恶，

Overshadows, understanding, your hands on your waist, 黯然失色，理解，你的双手放在你的腰部，

And I swore I won't forget you, 我发誓我不会忘记你的，

I close my eyes, when count to ten, it's you again, I said who am I kidding 我闭上眼睛，当数到十，再次是你的，我说我是谁开玩笑

   

Take that back while you're standing there, 收回那句话你站在那里，同时，

These frozen words stuck in mid air, 这些冷冻的话卡在半空中，

And in your tracks I'll stop you still, 而在你的轨道，我会阻止你还在，

'Cause I still have got this love to give, 因为我仍然有这样的爱是给予，

   

It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion, 这是完美的混乱和现实主义的幻想，

It's the idea that I will feel brand new again, 这是我会觉得全新的再次的想法，

In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar, 在人群中的一百万，她是熟悉的气味，

She's the hand that reaches back to pull me over, 她到达回来拉过我的手，

And I am, dooh, 而我，户外数字标牌，

   

Take it back while you're standing there, 收回你站在那里一会儿，

These frozen words I catch in mid air, 这些冻结的话我赶在半空中，

And if you've got this love to give, 如果你有这样的爱是给予，

I can use your second wind, 我可以用你的第二个风，

And I know you will do better, and I know you won't settle, 我知道你会做的更好，我知道你不会满足，

   

It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion, 这是完美的混乱和现实主义的幻想，

It's the idea that I can feel brand new again, 这是我能感受到全新的再次的想法，

In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar, 在人群中的一百万，她是熟悉的气味，

You're the hand that reaches back to pull me over, 你到达回拉我过来的手，

It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion, 这是完美的混乱和现实主义的幻想，

You're the idea oh you're the idea, 你的想法哦，你的想法，

In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar, 在人群中的一百万，她是熟悉的气味，

She's the hand that reaches back, 她到达手背，

I am over 我在