Bugün

irlanda barında bir gitar telini kopardım

bu eylem beni manş tüneline kadar kovalattırdı

gece 4 ve 5 arası

zokyak'ı çarka benzetip

birkaç tur çevirdiğim için

güney meksikalılar güne üzgün kalkıyormuş

neredeyse suçlu sayılırım

duomo katedralinde mumlar söndürdüğüm için  

sibirya halkının beni kahraman ilan ettikleri söyleniyor

oysa ben

varşova'da zift kahvemden yudumlarken

berchtesgaden'in patika yollarını düşlüyorum

üzerinde haymatlos yazan bir plaka hazırlıyorum

bana sandala kadar eşlik eden külüstürün ses kaydını aldığımda

solucan evcilleştirmekte gönüllü olduğumu söyleyeceğim

What if the sun became a shooting star, and gave us one last wish to have, and you and I were all that's left, this is not a fear trap. Well I'm dying but not right now. I've been trying to take the life I've found, and make a fire out of all that's left, but I keep getting burned. I can see them all my faults, but you can only see where I begin to start. And I've been trying to show my work, but that's my least favorite part. Running my mind, making it up as it goes around. Don't hold it against me. You can hold me against it. Don't hold me down.

 If the sun turns to a shooting star, and leaves us with nothing much to say. This is not a fear trap, you can't pass a test you don't take. If you go looking you'll find it when it goes quiet behind your eyes. When the roof starts to bust, hell when I start to bust, with everything we need but time. And when the sun becomes a shooting star, and it goes from where we are don't hold it against me. You can hold me against it. Don't hold me down.