All my life, I've been treading paper in the space between the words. 我所有的生活，我已经踩在纸上的字与字之间的空间。

And there implied is that I'm but another body for the birds, 并有暗示是，我不过另一个身体的鸟，

carrion, absurd and accidental atoms - beating air, 腐肉，荒诞和偶然的原子 - 跳动的空气，

carrying on; unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair. 继承;一股不服输的绝望不知情的孤儿。

   

But linger on, just for a moment, until we can ascertain if something's wrong with me - 但苟延残喘，只是片刻，直到我们能够确定，如果事情是我错了 -

Or the assumptions of these self-indicted brains. 这些自起诉大脑或假设。

Because I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade, 因为我争辩说这一切不只是一个毫无意义的夏利，

That each and every moment is a bottle with a message hid away. 这每一刻都是瓶子的消息隐瞒了。

   

If anything means anything, 如果有的话意味着什么，

There must be something meant for us to be, 一定有什么意思，我们要，

a song that we were made to sing. 我们所做唱的一首歌。

There must be so much more than we can see. 必须有那么多比我们更可以看到。

   

But all our lives, we've been treading paper in the space between the words. 但是，我们的生活，我们已经踏在纸上的字与字之间的空间。

And there implied's the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the birds, carrion. 并有暗示的，我们几乎没有比鸟尸体，腐肉更多的思考。

They say that we're just accidental atoms beating air, carrying on and on, 他们说，我们只是偶然的原子跳动的空气，继承和上，

Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair. 一股不服输的绝望不知情的孤儿。

   

But our hearts tell a different story; 但我们的心讲述一个不同的故事;

our hands feel a different pulse. 我们的双手感觉不同的脉冲。

   

Something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive; 深不可测的东西，深于我们的骄傲可以下潜;

numinous, higher than - our hearts can rise, 超自然，高于 - 我们的心可以上升，

transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach; 超然，更不是我们的思想可以达到;

immanent, closer than the air we breathe. 内在的，比我们呼吸的空气更紧密。