Cold through broken baseboards. 冷突破踢脚板。

I despise this town. 我鄙视这个小镇。

Snow on the sunroof, 雪天窗，

Two stories down. 两个故事了。

Hold hands, 执子之手，

Wish the snow away. 祝雪了。

Rise in the darkness, 上升在黑暗中，

Of the gathering day. 的团聚的日子。

   

Sing. 唱歌。

Sing for ourselves alone. 独自唱自己。

Speak into, 对着，

The microphone. 麦克风。

   

Cedar smudge our headbands, 雪松涂抹我们的头带，

And take to the skies. 并飞上蓝天。

Soar ever-upwards, 飙升不断向上，

On air gone black with flies. 在空气中消失了黑色苍蝇。

Shroud ourselves in the cosmos. 寿衣自己在宇宙中。

Let the music play. 让音乐播放。

Bright star of the morning, 早晨的璀璨之星，

Shine on his rising way. 照他的上升方式。

   

Sing. 唱歌。

In the night. 在夜间。

In the nameless dark. 在无名的黑暗。

Father long gone, 父亲早已不复存在，

But we bear his mark. 但是，我们承担自己的印记。

   

Learn some secrets, 了解一些秘密，

Never tell. 千万不要告诉。

Stay sick, 留生病了，

Don't get well. 不要好。

   

Clutch those broken headboards. 那些破碎的床头板离合器。

Ride the highest wave. 骑最高的浪潮。

Dusky diamonds shining in the far depths of the cave. 昏暗的钻石闪耀在遥远的深处的洞穴。

Try to explain ourselves, 试图解释自己，

Babble on and on. 潺潺的和。

By the time you receive this, we'll be gone. 当你收到这封信的时候，我们会离开。

   

Sing. 唱歌。

Sing high. 唱高。

While the fire climbs. 而火攀升。

Sing one for the old times. 唱一个是旧时代。