| 作词 : Cederlund | |
| Is that a strain | |
| Or a delicate smile | |
| Built to proportion? | |
| It might as well have been you | |
| And all the things you do | |
| SomedaysI'm waiting | |
| For my pulse to calm down | |
| Into the low hundreds | |
| I shake the shirt loose off my back | |
| Day and night, year in year out | |
| I discovered my sweet dreams | |
| Of corruption deep inside myself | |
| I should have stood in carny | |
| Or end up preserved upon your shelf | |
| Day and night, year in year out | |
| Will you ever understand | |
| That I'm only an object | |
| Day and night year in year out | |
| I'm just trying to be the subject | |
| Where others see the abstract | |
| I only see the truth | |
| And that has always been | |
| To repeat my youth |
| zuo ci : Cederlund | |
| Is that a strain | |
| Or a delicate smile | |
| Built to proportion? | |
| It might as well have been you | |
| And all the things you do | |
| SomedaysI' m waiting | |
| For my pulse to calm down | |
| Into the low hundreds | |
| I shake the shirt loose off my back | |
| Day and night, year in year out | |
| I discovered my sweet dreams | |
| Of corruption deep inside myself | |
| I should have stood in carny | |
| Or end up preserved upon your shelf | |
| Day and night, year in year out | |
| Will you ever understand | |
| That I' m only an object | |
| Day and night year in year out | |
| I' m just trying to be the subject | |
| Where others see the abstract | |
| I only see the truth | |
| And that has always been | |
| To repeat my youth |
| zuò cí : Cederlund | |
| Is that a strain | |
| Or a delicate smile | |
| Built to proportion? | |
| It might as well have been you | |
| And all the things you do | |
| SomedaysI' m waiting | |
| For my pulse to calm down | |
| Into the low hundreds | |
| I shake the shirt loose off my back | |
| Day and night, year in year out | |
| I discovered my sweet dreams | |
| Of corruption deep inside myself | |
| I should have stood in carny | |
| Or end up preserved upon your shelf | |
| Day and night, year in year out | |
| Will you ever understand | |
| That I' m only an object | |
| Day and night year in year out | |
| I' m just trying to be the subject | |
| Where others see the abstract | |
| I only see the truth | |
| And that has always been | |
| To repeat my youth |