Through wires and waves, our voices carry. 通过导线和海浪，我们的声音进行。

Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud. 这样细心的话，我们可以勉强大声的说出来。

We found an ocean when we needed land. 我们发现海洋的时候，我们需要的土地。

We drowned in words when we needed a hand. 我们淹没在话的时候，我们需要一只手。

So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light. 因此，我们恳求晚上，太阳不断蔓延的光。

   

There's a fine line, a fine line in between 有一个精品路线，在一线之间

Our progress and our instability. 我们的进步和我们的不稳定性。

We can't help ourselves but hunt for more. 我们不能帮助自己，而且猎取更多。

A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore- 设计的缺陷？或橄榄枝，证明了岸上

The catalyst we've waited for. 我们已经等了催化剂。

   

We live and die under the thumb of fear, 我们的生活和恐惧的拇指下死，

As though the finish line will merely disappear 仿佛终点线只会消失

If we take one less step, even to catch our breath. 如果我们少了一个步骤，甚至赶上我们的呼吸。

   

We once felt safe, like no cure was needed. 我们曾经感到安全，就像是不需要治疗。

Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated,” 我们的词汇没有余地“打败”

But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it. 但是我们长大了快速，成为它的鉴赏家。

   

There's a fine line, a fine line in between 有一个精品路线，在一线之间

Our progress and our instability. 我们的进步和我们的不稳定性。

We can't help ourselves but hunt for more. 我们不能帮助自己，而且猎取更多。

A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore- 设计的缺陷？或橄榄枝，证明了岸上

The catalyst we've waited for. 我们已经等了催化剂。