- Nita Whitaker Tuesday, 3:00am 歌词
- Nita Whitaker
- Tuesday,3 A.M
星期二凌晨3点
Once again I'm wide awake.
我再一次异常清醒
Waiting for time to mend this part of me
等待着时间修补我
that keeps on breaking.
那颗不停破碎的心
Newspapers I threw away,
报纸 我扔到一边
washed the dishes in the sink.
洗着水池里的盘子
3 A.M. on Tuesday,
星期二的凌晨3点
I have too much time to think.
我大多时间在胡思乱想
And I could call up to heaven,
也许我可以呼唤天堂
I could crawl down to hell,
或者我可以坠入地狱
Nothing changes the way things are and
爱你没有任何改变
nothing ever will.
也不能被改变
He thinks I can't hear him crying
他认为我听不见他的哭泣
I pretend that I don't know, or
我也假装不知道
about all those 3 A.M.'s he spends wrestling with your ghost.
他用对你的深思填满凌晨3点
I hear him call up to heaven,
我听见他呼唤天堂的你
I watch him crawl down to hell,
我看见他坠入地狱去找你
He's not getting over you,
他没有从失去你中恢复过来
I know he never will.
我知道他永远不会
Nothing he says can bring you back,
他说再没有什么能带回你
He's got nothing left to show
他一无所有
But a pocket watch and memories of a kiss out in the snow.
除了一块怀表和漫天大雪中的那个吻
I hear him call up to heaven,
我听见他呼唤天堂的你
I watch him crawl down to hell.
我看见他坠入地狱
He's not getting over you,
他没有从失去你中恢复过来
I know he never will.
我知道他永远不会
I hear him call up to heaven,
我听见他呼唤天堂的你
I watch him crawl down to hell.
我看见他坠入地狱去找你
He's not getting over you,
他没有从失去你中恢复过来
I know he never will.
我知道他永远不会
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