My heart weights minimum a tone
An army's feet pounding on my head
Maybe I'll wake up one day to notice
That all my life was just a dream

And maybe I'll be better off without you
You left me here with all my thoughts
I'd write a zillion words or walk a million miles
I'd sleep on broken glass just not to lose your smiles

I travel for you around the world
Collecting moments, oh how absurd
To bring you beauty, to bring you joy
I wish I'd be a little boy

Where is that silence you primised me?
Why is that distance so close to me?
Why is your violence still hurting me?
Why are your eyes avoiding me?

Let me say thank you for all that you have given me
Thank you for everything you've done
Forgive me for saying one last thing
I miss you and I hope you hear this song

I travel for you around the world
Collecting moments, o how absurd
To bring you beauty, to bring you joy
I wish I'd be a little boy

I'm dying for you, can't you see?
I'm lying for you to be free
I hunger for you, 'cause I can't eat
I'd vanish for you in defeat

من از تو می‌مردم
اما تو زندگانی من بودی
تو با من می‌رفتی
تو در من می‌خواندی
وقتی خیابان‌ها را
بی هیچ مقصدی می‌پیمودم
تو با من می‌رفتی
تو در من می‌خواندی
تو از میان نارون‌ها، گنجشک‌های عاشق را
به صبح پنجره دعوت می‌کردی
وقتي که شب مکرر می‌شد
وقتي که شب تمام نمی‌شد
تو از میان نارون‌ها، گنجشک‌های عاشق را
به صبح پنجره‌ دعوت می‌کردی
تو با چراغ‌هایت‌ می‌آمدی به کوچه‌‌ی ما
تو با چراغ‌هایت‌ می‌آمدی
وقتی که بچه‌ها می‌رفتند
و خوشه‌‌های اقاقی می‌خوابیدند
و من در آینه تنها می‌ماندم
تو با چراغ‌هایت می‌آمدی
تو دست‌هایت را می‌بخشیدی
تو چشم‌هایت‌ را می‌بخشیدی
تو مهربانیت را می‌بخشیدی
وقتی که من گرسنه بودم
تو زندگانی‌ات را می‌بخشیدی
تو مثل نور سخی بودی
تو لاله‌ها را می‌چیدی
تو گوش می‌دادی
اما مرا نمی‌دیدی

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

Sing with me, drink with me
Drown me in wine, sail with me
Fail with me, help comes in time
Lie with me, cry with me
Tell me you're mine
May it be perfect it still is a crime

Heal me, stitch by stitch
Fix me, piece by piece