I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes 我遇到了一个面带环圆形口袋的眼睛

That shaped folded banks inside, 这里面形折叠银行，

As he shivered out thoughts. 当他颤抖着出来的想法。

They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans", 他们去了： “黄金和苍白，风语，呼吸新奥尔良”

Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths. 通过地下室和赛马场举行会议拉伸嘴里掏空了。

   

All these thoughts were rolled onto needles, 所有这些想法都挽到针，

That spilled from heads, tumble like apples, 那洒在头上，翻滚，如苹果，

Fell into the sky, that’s where they hide, 掉进了天空，这就是他们躲起来，

Where rubies turned diamonds. 凡红宝石变成钻石。

Like textures, like sunshine, 如纹理，如阳光，

Behind hands arms lift into its own. 双手背后，手臂抬起到自己。

Behind hands arms lift into its own. 双手背后，手臂抬起到自己。

   

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets, 由于球场揭示出来的人群走上街头，

And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down, 和他们的喉咙的盆满钵满，舌舔下，

"What will we become?" “我们会变成什么样？ ”

   

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired 节奏在真空轻轻送入出汗

Will stay where it's warm, 将留在它的温暖，

Where it's safe from the down beating drums. 它是安全的下来敲锣打鼓。

They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans", 他们去了： “黄金和苍白，风语，呼吸新奥尔良”

Behind hands arms lift into its own. 双手背后，手臂抬起到自己。

Behind hands arms lift into its own. 双手背后，手臂抬起到自己。

   

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets, 由于球场揭示出来的人群走上街头，

And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down, 和他们的喉咙的盆满钵满，舌舔下，

"What will we become?" “我们会变成什么样？ ”

   

As habits pull the sleep out, 由于习惯拉出来睡，

Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine. 涵盖窝藏休息和阳光的床单。

As habits pull the sleep out, 由于习惯拉出来睡，

Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine. 涵盖窝藏休息和阳光的床单。

   

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets, 由于球场揭示出来的人群走上街头，

And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down, 和他们的喉咙的盆满钵满，舌舔下，

"What will we become?" “我们会变成什么样？ ”

   

Into its own. 到自己。

Into its own. 到自己。

Into its own. 到自己。