I dreamed you were a cosmonaut 我梦见你是宇航员

of the space between our chairs 我们的椅子之间的空间的

and I was a cartographer 我是一个制图

of the tangles in your hair 在你的头发缠结

   

I sighed a song that silence brings 我叹了口气一首歌，沉默带来的

it's the one that everybody knows 这是大家都知道一个

oh everybody knows 哦，大家都知道

the song that silence sings 沉默唱歌曲

and this was how it goes 这是怎么一回事呢

   

these looms that weave apocryphal 这些织机的织杜撰

they're hanging from a strand 他们挂在链

these dark and empty rooms were full 这些黑暗和空房间爆满

of incandescent hands 白炽灯手

   

and awkward pause 而令人尴尬的沉默

a fatal flaw 一个致命的缺陷

time it's a crooked bow 时间是一个扭曲的弓

oh time's a crooked bow 哦，时间是一个弯曲的弓

   

in time you need to learn to love 到时候你需要学会爱

the ebb just like the flow 落潮一样的流动

   

grab hold of your bootstraps 您的白手起家的抢抱

and pull like hell 拉像地狱

‘till gravity feels sorry for you 直到重力感觉对不起你

and lets you go 并让你走

as if you lack the proper chemicals to know 如果缺乏适当的化学品所知道的

the way it felt the last time you let yourself 它觉得你最后一次让自己的方式

fall this low 属于这个低

time 时间

oh time 哦，时间

it's a crooked bow 这是一个弯曲的弓

time's a crooked bow 时间是一个弯曲的弓

   

fifty-five and three–eighths years later 55和八分之三十年后

at the bottom of this gigantic crater 在这个巨大的陨石坑的底部

and armchair calls to you 和扶手椅调用你

yeah this armchair calls to you 是啊，这沙发调用你

and it says that 它说，

some day 有一天，

we'll get back at them all 我们会尽快为他们所有的

with epoxy and a pair of pliers 用环氧树脂和钳子

as ancient sea slugs begin to crawl 古海蛞蝓开始爬

through the ragweed and barbed wire 通过豚草和铁丝网

you didn't write you didn't call 你不写，你没叫

it didn't cross your mind at all 它没有在你脑中的一切

and through the waves 并通过波

the waves of a.m. squall 上午飑的波

you couldn't feel a thing at all 你感觉不到的事情，在所有

you're fifty-five and three-eighths tall 你是55和八分之三高的

   

time 时间