| Song | Help Me Breathe |
| Artist | Sophie B. Hawkins |
| Album | Timbre [15 Track] |
| 作词 : Hawkins | |
| A silent woman parts her lips | |
| To speak before she ought | |
| She makes a cross of her emotions | |
| And a panic of her thoughts | |
| Out of her mouth she comes in rages | |
| Like Vesuvius in heat | |
| She runs ahead of her intentions | |
| Though she's programmed for defeat | |
| By the hunger and the hatred | |
| The prostitution of her nature | |
| She has given and forgiven for to give her | |
| Kunt forgave her | |
| To the longing for a loving hand | |
| Or fist or cock or spike | |
| But you know you cannot reach her | |
| ’Til she's taken back her life | |
| A lonely child of fourteen | |
| Finds her future in a drum | |
| She plays for present day omissions | |
| And for whom she must become | |
| Out of her passion breaks the stillness | |
| Of a solitary mind | |
| A strict devotion to the rhythm | |
| With a substitute for time | |
| She looks out of her window | |
| At the changes in the sky | |
| She never wants to leave her sanctuary | |
| Bedroom, books and lies | |
| But she's grown up on the outside | |
| With an instinct for the pain | |
| That drives the men inside her wild | |
| And women wanting her insane | |
| Both lovers bring their cameras | |
| To the beach on New Year's eve | |
| They are expecting nothing other | |
| Than to see what they believe | |
| Four feet walking toward the lighthouse | |
| In the freezing winter rain | |
| She flashes stately in the distance | |
| Humming her somnolent refrain | |
| "You are here now, you are here now | |
| There is nothing left to fear now" | |
| With each step the sunk is sinking | |
| Though the truth is less unclear now | |
| They have won a thousand battles | |
| They have wrung their own demise | |
| Now they are standing still and weeping | |
| For a love they can't despise | |
| A silent woman and a lonely child | |
| Have nowhere else to go | |
| But to the lighthouse in December | |
| Before the New Year takes its toll | |
| They have found inside each other | |
| What they had lost within themselves | |
| Now they are bonded to forever | |
| In their search for something else | |
| Generations like the water | |
| Shape the face of every stone | |
| A pedigree's an invitation | |
| To discover you're alone | |
| Out in the kitchen or the courtyard | |
| Or the bedroom or the bank | |
| It only takes a fateful moment | |
| To become the one you thank | |
| And light shall lift them | |
| Higher and higher | |
| And dreams shall carry them on | |
| And loss shall lead them | |
| To life's final hour | |
| Where death shall overcome |
| zuò cí : Hawkins | |
| A silent woman parts her lips | |
| To speak before she ought | |
| She makes a cross of her emotions | |
| And a panic of her thoughts | |
| Out of her mouth she comes in rages | |
| Like Vesuvius in heat | |
| She runs ahead of her intentions | |
| Though she' s programmed for defeat | |
| By the hunger and the hatred | |
| The prostitution of her nature | |
| She has given and forgiven for to give her | |
| Kunt forgave her | |
| To the longing for a loving hand | |
| Or fist or cock or spike | |
| But you know you cannot reach her | |
| ' Til she' s taken back her life | |
| A lonely child of fourteen | |
| Finds her future in a drum | |
| She plays for present day omissions | |
| And for whom she must become | |
| Out of her passion breaks the stillness | |
| Of a solitary mind | |
| A strict devotion to the rhythm | |
| With a substitute for time | |
| She looks out of her window | |
| At the changes in the sky | |
| She never wants to leave her sanctuary | |
| Bedroom, books and lies | |
| But she' s grown up on the outside | |
| With an instinct for the pain | |
| That drives the men inside her wild | |
| And women wanting her insane | |
| Both lovers bring their cameras | |
| To the beach on New Year' s eve | |
| They are expecting nothing other | |
| Than to see what they believe | |
| Four feet walking toward the lighthouse | |
| In the freezing winter rain | |
| She flashes stately in the distance | |
| Humming her somnolent refrain | |
| " You are here now, you are here now | |
| There is nothing left to fear now" | |
| With each step the sunk is sinking | |
| Though the truth is less unclear now | |
| They have won a thousand battles | |
| They have wrung their own demise | |
| Now they are standing still and weeping | |
| For a love they can' t despise | |
| A silent woman and a lonely child | |
| Have nowhere else to go | |
| But to the lighthouse in December | |
| Before the New Year takes its toll | |
| They have found inside each other | |
| What they had lost within themselves | |
| Now they are bonded to forever | |
| In their search for something else | |
| Generations like the water | |
| Shape the face of every stone | |
| A pedigree' s an invitation | |
| To discover you' re alone | |
| Out in the kitchen or the courtyard | |
| Or the bedroom or the bank | |
| It only takes a fateful moment | |
| To become the one you thank | |
| And light shall lift them | |
| Higher and higher | |
| And dreams shall carry them on | |
| And loss shall lead them | |
| To life' s final hour | |
| Where death shall overcome |