Third floor walkup with a busted lock

没有电梯的三楼公寓，门锁已经坏了

Fridge light flickerin on empty shelves

冰箱灯在空空的架子上忽明忽暗

You found me curled up in last week’ s clothes

你找到我的时候，我裹着上周的旧衣服缩成一团

Handed me coffee in a chipped thrift store mug

递给我二手店淘来的、缺了口的马克杯，里面装着咖啡

Didn’ t ask why my voice was gravel

你没有问我的声音为什么沙哑粗糙

Just hummed along to my off- key blues

只是跟着我跑调的蓝调轻轻哼着

Morning light hits your crooked smile

晨光落在你歪歪的笑脸上

And suddenly I remember how to breathe

我突然想起了该怎么呼吸

You took the shadows I called home

你把那些我曾称之为家的阴影

Turned‘ em into stained glass on my ceiling

变成了天花板上的彩色玻璃

Bus stop bench with your knee pressed to mine

公交站长椅上，你的膝盖贴着我的

Tracing constellations in my coffee rings

在我的咖啡渍上描摹星座的轮廓

You called my silence a sacred thing

你说我的沉默是一件神圣的事

Wrapped it in hymns I almost forgot

用我几乎遗忘的赞美诗，把它温柔裹起

Didn’ t fix me just held my pieces

你没有“修好”我，只是捧着我的碎片

Like breadcrumbs leading somewhere soft

像撒下一路面包屑，引我走向柔软的地方

Morning light hits your crooked smile

晨光落在你歪歪的笑脸上

And suddenly I remember how to breathe

我突然想起了该怎么呼吸

You took the shadows I called home

你把那些我曾称之为家的阴影

Turned‘ em into stained glass on my ceiling

变成了天花板上的彩色玻璃

Half- sung half- sigh gospel creeping in

半哼半叹的福音小调悄悄漫进来

Backup singers swaying like porch swings

和声歌手像门廊秋千一样轻轻摇晃

Ain’ t no preacher but your hands feel holy

你不是布道者，可你的双手却带着圣洁的温度

When they wipe the dust off my stubborn hope

轻轻拭去我顽固希望上的尘埃

Morning light hits your crooked smile

晨光落在你歪歪的笑脸上

And suddenly I remember how to breathe

我突然想起了该怎么呼吸

You took the shadows I called home

你把那些我曾称之为家的阴影

Turned‘ em into stained glass on my ceiling

变成了天花板上的彩色玻璃

Gospel choir hums amen as the piano fades

钢琴声渐弱时，福音合唱团哼起了“阿门”

Vinyl hisses itself to sleep

黑胶唱片也在滋滋声里慢慢睡去