Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way I want them 山的道路，收集的想法从来没有增加，我希望他们的方式

Sweet Jesus show me through the Indian paintbrush 甜耶稣告诉我通过印度画笔

Faith was 信仰是

   

Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good enough to me 在我被诅咒，像一粒芥菜种是对他不够好，不够好到我

   

Or after all, will I shake my magic 8 ball, it's bubbling 或者，毕竟我会动摇我的魔法8号球，它的冒泡

And the brisk walking heartbeat won't tire me, it keeps me strong 而快走心跳不会累我，它让我坚强

Faith was 信仰是

   

Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and its good enough to me 在我被诅咒，像一粒芥菜种是对他和其不够好，我不够好

Pillar of salt, shaker of black 支柱盐，黑摇床

Killer of thought, turning my back 思想的杀手锏，把我的背

Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and I'm trying to be humble about it 认为你错了，并说他们会笑，我想谦虚一下吧

   

I like the rain, I like going against the grain 我喜欢下雨，我喜欢去对粮食

Seems to me I'm cutting out a simple pattern 在我看来，我切了一个简单的模式

   

she was weak 她是弱者

   

Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase each other 希尔在路上，看着我的想法互相追逐

Sweet Jesus show me the faith cursed upon me 甜耶稣告诉我在我诅咒的信念

   

she walked away 她走了