Tuesday

One year like any old other year
最是普通的一年
In a week like any week
最是普通的一周
Monday lying down
周一姗姗来迟
Half Asleep
半睡半醒之间
People doing what people do
人们各司其职
Loving, working and getting through
相爱，工作，经历一切
No portraits on the walls
墙上没有涂鸦
Of Seventh Avenue
在第七大道上
Then Tuesday came and went
周二降临然后离去
Like a helicopter overhead
一如头顶直升飞机
The Letter that she left
她离别时留下的那封信件
Cold Addressed in Red
被套进红色信封冷冷投递
Tuesday Came and went
周二降临然后离去
One one September when
又是一个九月
will she come again
伊人何时归来
The thing about memories
旧事之记忆
They're sure and bound to fade
虽历历在目，却注定褪色
Except for the stolen souls
除了那被盗走的灵魂
Left upon her blade
依旧驻留在叶片之上
Is Monday coming back
周一是否还会回来
That's what Mondays do
那是它必经的归途
They Turn and Turn around
他们原地转来转去
Afraid to see it through
害怕看见它的流逝
Tuesday came and went
周二降临然后离去
Like a helicopter overhead
一如头顶直升飞机
The Letter that she left
她离别时留下的那封信件
Cold Addressed in Red
被套进红色信封冷冷投递
Tuesday Came and went one
周二降临然后离去
One September
又是一个九月
When will she come again
伊人何时归来
Tuesday Came and went one
周二降临然后离去
One September, When?
何时又是一个九月？
Cold and dressed in red
被套进红色信封冷冷投递
How could I forget
我怎么能够忘记
Tuesday Came and went
周二降临然后离去
Like a Helicopter overhead
一如头顶直升飞机
Will she come again
她还会回来吗