| Song | Taking My Life in Your Hands |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | The Juliet Letters |
| 作词 : Cassidy, MacManus, Thomas ... | |
| My dear impulsive darling | |
| I suspect my letter got to you too late | |
| And it's really just a silly fragment of paper | |
| But it means so much to those who wait | |
| All the suffering days and nights | |
| Till I dare dream again | |
| There you suddenly stand and I'll be damned | |
| If you didn't disappear with the dawn | |
| Hours pass and darkness comes | |
| Soon I will close my eyes | |
| Will you return? If you don't reply | |
| You'll be taking my life in your hands | |
| You'll be taking my life in your hands | |
| Taking my life in your hands | |
| I don't know why, my dearest darling | |
| I can't tell you how I feel when you are near | |
| When I see you have returned my letters unopened | |
| I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears | |
| But you're kidding yourself if you think | |
| This correspondence will end | |
| I can always pretend words I don't have the courage to send | |
| Reach you | |
| Hours pass and darkness comes | |
| Soon I will close my eyes | |
| Will you return? If you don't reply | |
| You'll be taking my life in your hands | |
| You'll be taking my life in your hands | |
| Taking my life in your hands |
| zuò cí : Cassidy, MacManus, Thomas ... | |
| My dear impulsive darling | |
| I suspect my letter got to you too late | |
| And it' s really just a silly fragment of paper | |
| But it means so much to those who wait | |
| All the suffering days and nights | |
| Till I dare dream again | |
| There you suddenly stand and I' ll be damned | |
| If you didn' t disappear with the dawn | |
| Hours pass and darkness comes | |
| Soon I will close my eyes | |
| Will you return? If you don' t reply | |
| You' ll be taking my life in your hands | |
| You' ll be taking my life in your hands | |
| Taking my life in your hands | |
| I don' t know why, my dearest darling | |
| I can' t tell you how I feel when you are near | |
| When I see you have returned my letters unopened | |
| I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears | |
| But you' re kidding yourself if you think | |
| This correspondence will end | |
| I can always pretend words I don' t have the courage to send | |
| Reach you | |
| Hours pass and darkness comes | |
| Soon I will close my eyes | |
| Will you return? If you don' t reply | |
| You' ll be taking my life in your hands | |
| You' ll be taking my life in your hands | |
| Taking my life in your hands |