原始歌词 (English)
A woke
Awake I'm gasping for air, sitting in my chair, trying my best not to love you - but I still love you...
Im pulling out my hair and I'm trying my best not to care now.... but I think I love you...
Yeah I still love you.
And all the things that you told me... Things that you told me 'lies',
And in the dream their faces - white and, frozen with ice,
like the piece of my heart that you hung like art back down in paradise.