Louis

Now I'm staring at the Hudson, I am humming to the passing trains
現在我正凝視著哈德遜，對路過的火車哼著歌

靜默不再是我想念的，我想念的是你明眸閃爍
And I no longer miss the silence, but I miss your eyelids flickering
我們要放棄狩獵，成為獵物嗎

當我們死後，聖馬克的鐘聲還會繼續敲響嗎
Should we give up the hunt, become the hunted ones instead?
我還是會在清晨離開，躲在詞語的轉換裡
Won't the bells at St. Marks keep on groaning when we're dead either way?
我還是會在合唱時熟睡，忘記了要去翻頁

我們要放棄狩獵，成為獵物嗎
I still leave you every morning just to hide behind a turn of phrase
離開的人已乘飛機離開，留下的人還要繼續粉刷這牆壁嗎

你不會再來尋找我，你會在我回來時耳語嗎
I still sleep through every chorus, I forget my way across the page
我又失去了一個孩子嗎，這些化學物質是否已讓我失去理智

我已經放棄了狩獵，成為獵物嗎
Should we give up the hunt, become the hunted ones instead?
這是我唯一會寫的歌：“看看我！看看我！看看我！嘿，嘿！”
Don't the stayers paint the walls, once the leaver has taken flight either way?

You no longer come to greet me. Were you whispering at my return?

Did I lose another baby? Did I lose my mind to chemicals?

Did I give up the hunt, become the hunted one instead?
The only song I know to write goes, 'Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Hey, hey!'