Funeral Song

If these bare walls could sing
若是这些光秃秃的墙面会唱歌
They would sing us a funeral song
那一定是首丧歌
Push their wooden words into your mouth
把那些干柴般干硬的词句塞进你嘴里
They would not wish to be
它们可不想
A burden to your tongue
让这首歌沉重得像舌头上压着的大石头
Would not wish to carry on
又不想这首歌能让你
Too long
轻松久唱
With no sorrow
而不觉悲伤
Ask no greater pardon
它们可没想着抱歉
Than the pattern
为这首丧歌不符丧歌标准这事儿
Time is carving in your skin
记住光阴在镌刻你的皮囊
If these pale bones could sway
若是这羸弱白骨仍可以晃动
They would march to a funeral song
它们一定会压着这首丧歌的拍子
And pull their milky way across the yard
偏偏从大院里走出一条白皑皑的路
They would not wish to keep
它们可不想
You tethered to their arms
用这首歌禁锢你于其臂弯
They would not wish to carry on too far
又不想这首歌能让你轻松久唱
With no sorrow
而不觉悲伤
Ask no greater pardon
它们可没想着道歉
Than the pattern
为这首丧歌不符丧歌标准这事儿
Time is carving in your skin
记住光阴在镌刻你的皮囊
Well if I could stretch my ears
若是我有顺风耳，我就把它伸到
Into a grand procession
伸到一支长长的宏大的队伍里
And circle around your wisdom
然后绕着你的智慧转圈圈偷听
Like a song
像萦绕着的一首歌
I would not wish to be
我可不想成为
The fire in your belly
你腹中翻腾的那团火
I would not wish for
又不想
Holding you too long
自己若无事人般惦记你太久
With no sorrow
而不觉悲伤
Ask no greater pardon
我可没想着道歉
Than the pattern
为这首丧歌不符丧歌标准这事儿
Time is carving in your skin
记住光阴在镌刻你的皮囊