- Television The Fire 歌词
- Television
- Storms all that summer we lived in the wind, out in some room in the wind,
热浪滚滚的夏天里，我们在微弱的暖气流中求生，在这个有点热风的房间里
Your hands they were folded. You knew no demands.
你双手合十，别无他求
My tongue, it clattered like tin,
当我想开口时，发现舌头像开罐头一样笨拙
My eyes repeat. They take my seat.
眨眼间，有空气占据了我的燃处
Your eyes they say you resigned from the heat.
你的眼神中显露着你无力再保持炽热
We leaned in the cold, holding our breath, watching the corners turn corners.
我们互相倚靠畏缩在寒冷中，屏住呼吸不让空气侵入我们，注视着房间里一个又一个角落
Coins on the table, the cards in the air, the face at the window kept smiling.
桌子上有一些硬币，空中悬挂着一些卡片，在那扇窗边，有一张照片一直对我们保持微笑
Storms all that winter we stayed locked away.
寒风凛凛的冬天里，我们被关在门外
Waiting. Watching. Falling.
等待着，注视着那扇紧闭的门，意识慢慢下坠消亡
End of the street. Horizon retreats.
在那街道的尽头，地平线消失在视野之中
You ran with it. I wish I could.
我多么希望我能带着你离开这里
Sleep is not sleep. My eyes repeat.
在快要睡着的边缘，我的双眼在跳动
You take the voltage that watches you weep.
你承受着开灯的电压，我看到你在哭泣
You caught the voice. I listen close.
你听见了动静，我也仔细聆听
All I heard was the echoes.
但我只听见了一些来源不明的回声
[05:25.19]Praise emptiness.
留声机被打开，歌颂着空虚的生活
Her rose-colored dress.
她走过来，穿起了那条玫瑰色连衣裙
Her circling motions.
她原地跳起了旋转舞步，裙摆随着舞步曼妙地飘荡
Everything scattered, nothing was missed.
留声机歌颂着无尽的空虚
We took our house in the fire.
她不知所有的一切终将逝去，没有事物可以幸免
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