I had a hole in the middle, 我有一个孔在中间，

Where the lightning went through, 当雷击经历，

I told my friends not to worry, 我告诉我的朋友们不用担心，

My wife would know how to fix it. 我太太会知道如何解决它。

Hole in the middle, 孔在中间，

I'm seeing less of you. 我看到少了你。

Now I'm not going anywhere, and I don't know what I'll do. 现在，我哪儿也不去，我不知道我会做什么。

   

It's easy to lose your grip. 这很容易失去抓地力。

It's easy. 这很容易。

   

I never tell my decisions to the ones I adore, 我从不告诉我的决定，那些我爱，

I just show up like a Bible-breather outside the door. 我只是出现像圣经喘息门外。

But when I look in the window, 但是，当我看着窗外，

I see girls on TV, 我看电视上的女孩，

Living and dying in LA, and it means nothing to me. 生活和死亡在洛杉矶，这对我毫无意义。

   

It's easy to lose your grip. 这很容易失去抓地力。

It's easy. 这很容易。

It's easy to lose your grip. 这很容易失去抓地力。

It's easy. 这很容易。

   

So I walk through the streets I love, 所以，我通过我爱街上行走，

And I'm led to the house I built, 而我导致我建的房子，

And I walk through the streets I love, 我通过我喜欢在街上行走，

And I lay in your bed again. 我躺在你的床上了。

   

Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them, 唤醒你的圣徒，珍妮，我需要他们，

Jenny, I need them, today. 珍妮，我需要他们，今天。

Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them, 唤醒你的圣徒，珍妮，我需要他们，

Jenny, I need them, today. 珍妮，我需要他们，今天。

   

I didn't have to explain to her that I wasn't dead, 我没有向她解释，我是不是死了，

She sat me down and lit some colored candles over my head. 她让我坐下，点了一些彩色的蜡烛，在我的头上。

She said, "You're right it's a living, but you're wrong for the life, 她说， “你说得对是活的，但是你错了的生命，

You know you never should've listened to my father's advice." 你知道你永远不应该听我父亲的意见。 “

   

It's easy to lose your grip. 这很容易失去抓地力。

It's easy. 这很容易。

It's easy to lose your grip. 这很容易失去抓地力。

It's easy. 这很容易。

   

So I walk through the streets I love, 所以，我通过我爱街上行走，

And I'm led to the house I built, 而我导致我建的房子，

And I walk through the streets I love, 我通过我喜欢在街上行走，

And I lay in your bed again. 我躺在你的床上了。

   

Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them, 唤醒你的圣徒，珍妮，我需要他们，

Jenny, I need them, today. 珍妮，我需要他们，今天。

Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them, 唤醒你的圣徒，珍妮，我需要他们，

Jenny, I need them, today. 珍妮，我需要他们，今天。