Tuesday, 3:00阿門

Tuesday,3 A.M
星期二凌晨3點
Once again Im wide awake.
我再一次異常清醒
Waiting for time to mend this part of me
等待著時間修補我
that keeps on breaking.
那顆不停破碎的心
Newspapers I threw away,
報紙我扔到一邊
washed the dishes in the sink.
洗著水池裡的盤子
3 A.M. on Tuesday,
星期二的凌晨3點
I have too much time to think.
我大多時間在胡思亂想
And I could call up to heaven,
也許我可以呼喚天堂
I could crawl down to hell,
或者我可以墜入地獄
Nothing changes the way things are and
愛你沒有任何改變
nothing ever will.
也不能被改變
He thinks I cant hear him crying
他認為我聽不見他的哭泣
I pretend that I dont know, or
我也假裝不知道
about all those 3 A.M.s he spends wrestling with your ghost.
他用對你的深思填滿凌晨3點
I hear him call up to heaven,
我聽見他呼喚天堂的你
I watch him crawl down to hell,
我看見他墜入地獄去找你
Hes not getting over you,
他沒有從失去你中恢復過來
I know he never will.
我知道他永遠不會
Nothing he says can bring you back,
他說再沒有什麼能帶回你
Hes got nothing left to show
他一無所有
But a pocket watch and memories of a kiss out in the snow.
除了一塊懷錶和漫天大雪中的那個吻
I hear him call up to heaven,
我聽見他呼喚天堂的你
I watch him crawl down to hell.
我看見他墜入地獄
Hes not getting over you,
他沒有從失去你中恢復過來
I know he never will.
我知道他永遠不會
I hear him call up to heaven,
我聽見他呼喚天堂的你
I watch him crawl down to hell.
我看見他墜入地獄去找你
Hes not getting over you,
他沒有從失去你中恢復過來
I know he never will.
我知道他永遠不會