Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger 使命街是一个惊人的黑眼睛的陌生人

Who speaks a language I don't know but long to learn 谁讲的语言，我不知道，但长期学习

Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane 它的节奏不断地下降超过窗玻璃

As I sit as though awaiting some return 当我坐下，仿佛在等待一些回报

   

And my hands are cold tonight 而我的手冷，今晚

I'm sleepless in this dark 我失眠在这黑暗的

Forgetting what it was I came to find 忘了是什么，这是我来找

And it seems that I've been wrong 它似乎是我错了

More than I've been right 以上我是对的

More than I've been right 以上我是对的

   

Mission Street calls out to me by name 使命街叫一声我的名字

Then hurries on before I've hardly turned my head 然后之前我几乎把我的头赶紧

Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath 答案承诺嘀咕着她的呼吸下方

Like an offering of contraband misread 如违禁误读祭

   

And my hands are cold tonight 而我的手冷，今晚

On the strings of this guitar 在这把吉他的琴弦

Looking for the chords of what I've left behind 寻找什么，我留下的和弦

And it seems that I've been wrong 它似乎是我错了

More than I've been right 以上我是对的

More than I've been right 以上我是对的

   

Mission Street is alive at every hour 使命街是活在每一个小时

Like I've never been and feared I may not ever be 就像我从来没有去过，害怕我可能永远不会成为

A light so steady on the mountains in the distance 一盏灯，在远处的山，以便稳定

A solitude so deep it might awaken me 是一片孤独如此之深，它可能会唤醒我

   

Well my hands are cold tonight 好了我的手是冷的，今晚

But the sky is bright with stars 但天空是明亮的星星

And I'm tearing through the veil that keeps me blind 而且我通过让我盲目的面纱撕破

And it seems the more I'm wrong 这似乎更是我错了

The more that I am right 越说我是对的

The more that I am right 越说我是对的