Like a cloud his fingers explode 像一团他的手指爆炸

On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows 在色带，影子增长

His hearts in a bowl behind the bank 他在一个碗里银行后面的心

And every evening when he get home 每天晚上，当他回家

To make his supper and eat it alone 为了使他的晚餐，独自吃

His black shirt cries 他的黑色衬衫的哭声

While his shoes get cold 虽然他的鞋子受凉

   

It's just a dream he keeps having 这只是一个梦，他一直有

And it doesnt seem to mean anything 它似乎没有任何意义

And it doesnt seem to mean anything 它似乎没有任何意义

   

One summer, a suicide 有一年夏天，一名自杀

Another autumn, a travelers guide 另一个秋天中，引导游客

He hits snooze twice before he dies 他打打盹两次在他死之前，

And every evening when he get home 每天晚上，当他回家

To make his supper and eat it alone 为了使他的晚餐，独自吃

His black shirt cries 他的黑色衬衫的哭声

While his shoes get cold 虽然他的鞋子受凉

   

It's just a dream he keeps having 这只是一个梦，他一直有

And it doesnt seem to mean anything 它似乎没有任何意义

It's just a dream he keeps having 这只是一个梦，他一直有

   

He feels lucky to have you here 他觉得幸运，有你在这里

In his kitchen, in your chair 在他的厨房，在你的椅子

Sometimes he forgets that youre even there 有时候，他忘了那youre甚至有

   

It's just a dream he keeps having 这只是一个梦，他一直有

And it doesnt seem to mean anything 它似乎没有任何意义

It's just a dream he keeps having 这只是一个梦，他一直有

It's just a dream 这只是一个梦

And it doesnt seem to mean anything 它似乎没有任何意义