Her heart torn open 她的心脏撕开

And left like an unanswered letter. 离开像一个悬而未决的信。

   

Words were not spoken 话没有说

Just left in a spidery scrawl. 刚刚离开的蜘蛛乱写。

   

Twisted and gutted, 扭曲，去内脏，

The last of the smoke in the air. 最后在空气中的烟雾。

   

She gets up to leave 她起身离开

And idly fixes her hair. 而懒洋洋地修复她的头发。

   

Words from home, words from home. 从家里的话，在家的话。

What we miss are words from home. 我们都想念在家的话。

   

I lost my heart 我失去了我的心脏

I left it alongside the river. 我把它旁边的河中。

   

That blackbird clucking 那黑鸟咯咯

Songs he knows nothing about. 歌曲，他一无所知。

   

That bird returning 那只鸟回来

To a home that makes him sing out. 为了一个家，让他唱出来。

   

Words from home, words from home. 从家里的话，在家的话。

What we need are words from home. 我们需要的是从家里的话。