Cellular

There's a television
电视机里
There's a television speaking to me
她正对着我说话
There's a French girl
电视机里的
On my television
法国女孩
She's crying in the palm of my hand
在我的手心里哭泣
In moving mental
在我运转的大脑里哭泣
I read the paper, or just the photo
读报纸上的文字 或只是盯着图片
I rip one out in my hand
我把其中一张撕碎
There's a massacre, across the ocean
那场横跨海洋的杀戮
I can see it in the palm of my hands
在我的手掌心上演着
(Me hundo cada vez más al fondo)
我越陷越深
Below the ground floor
在地面之下
I'm losing signal, we've lost connection
失去与你联系的信号
I left her dying, she was still crying
我把她晾在原地 那个法国女孩她依然在哭泣
And now she's lying in my head
只不过此刻她在脑海里和我相遇
Above the surge, shrapnel flying
海潮翻滚 弹雨枪淋
Next door's wobbling
隔壁的房屋也开始摇晃
But I'm riding to the end
我乘着风浪抵达岸边
What am I good for?
但现在都已无济于事
I've got no signal
我失去了信号
Abandoned, to the voice in my head
脑海里她的声音也把我遗弃
I phone my ex
试着打电话给她
I phone my ex
我打给她
I phone my ex
疯狂的
I phone my ex
平静的
I phone my ex
孤独的
I phone my ex
无助的
I phone my ex
打电话给她
I phone my ex
我打电话给她
I phone my ex
我打给她
I phone my ex
打电话给她
I phone my ex
打给她
I phone my ex
我打给她