Both butterflies and dragonflies have wings like when you sing 这两种蝴蝶和蜻蜓翅膀的时候，你喜欢唱歌

i swear you hit two different notes but they don't harmonize as clean as 我发誓，你打两个不同的音符，但他们并不统一那样干净

when you speak there is a rhythm in the scraping of your tongue along your teeth 你说有你的舌头沿着你的牙齿刮节奏时，

that comes across as well as hell inside of heaven in a feast of flies 那遇到和地狱天堂里的苍蝇的盛宴

and anything with wings that tries to sing but where you ripped two different holes, 和任何有翅膀，试图唱，在那里你撕开两个不同的孔，

see, they won't cauterize as cleanly as you think and if you listen to the rhythm 看，你觉得他们会不会烧灼的干净，如果你听节奏

in your sleep you can hear me speaking, "you are a wolf to me." 在你睡觉，你能听到我说话， “你是狼我。 ”

   

don't believe your ears nor trust your mouth i think that 不相信你的耳朵，也不要相信你的嘴我认为

every single feeble doubt-soaked promise of trust 信任每一个微弱的疑问浸泡承诺

had a mind to leave you 有一个主意要离开你

out in the rain with your hands to the train tracks, 在雨中与你的手的火车轨道，

pulling the ropes with your teeth, 拉着绳索用你的牙齿，

but you're too weak and 但你太软弱

you're too tired, child, 你太累了，孩子，

lay down--i will tear every ghost from your dream. 放下 - 我要把你从梦中每一个鬼魂。

   

(oh, king, you've stepped on the wrong crack) （哦，国王，你踩错裂）

   

rejoice! 欢呼吧！

it is beating still. 它仍然跳动。

still strong. 依然强劲。

still thundering onward. 还是起如雷。

it turns it's palm up, 事实证明这是掌心向上，

lifts it's voice up. 提起它的声音了。

it speaks, says, 它说，说，

"i don't know." “我不知道。 ”

   

he speaks with the speed in the clench of a bear-trap, 他说，在熊市陷阱的咬紧的速度，

softly rebuilding the castles he'd kept, 轻轻地重建他会不停的城堡，

says, "there is grace in a steeple collapsing." 说，“有恩的尖顶倒塌。 ”

straightens the sheets on the beds where they'd slept. 拉直的，他们会睡在床上的床单。

thinking his love was as passive as flowers, 想着他的爱是被动的花朵，

planted a garden of lies in her chest, 种植谎言花园在她的胸前，

says, "there is grace in a steeple collapsing." 说，“有恩的尖顶倒塌。 ”

pointing the calm in his eyes to the west to valinor, 指着他的眼睛平静的西维林诺，

where love was sent on airplane wings to shake and be shaken. 爱在哪里发送的飞机机翼摇晃和动摇。

   

still, the flowers open as she passes, 不过，花儿开，因为她的推移，

and the birds they sing to greet her, 他们唱歌迎接她的鸟，

though she heaves blood. 虽然她抛掷血。

there is grace in a steeple collapsing. 有风度的尖顶倒塌。

there is grace in a steeple collapsed. 有风度的尖顶倒塌。

   

and he said, "boy, get your things together, 他说： “小子，让你的东西放在一起，

make them wood and make them stone and we'll build you a house. 使他们的木材，使他们的石头，我们将构建你的房子。

there isn't ever any shelter anymore." 没有过任何遮挡了。“