you can sell your soul
but you can't buy it back
i've spent my whole life
working to give you
everything you lack

i would gladly trade
all of my sympathy
for sorrow
if i could have you
here with me tomorrow

so many wasted days
the past is so hard to get out from under
so many words that i wish i could say
the future rattles my bones weak like thunder

i wish you were here
so we could walk and talk
in the soft rain
now all that's left of us
is a picture sitting in a frame

tant de jours gâchés
le passé est si dur à ressortir d'ici bas
tant de mots que j'aurais aimé dire
le futur entrechoque mes os faible comme le tonnerre

j'aurais voulu que tu sois là
pour que nous puissions marcher et parler
sous la douce pluie
maintenant tout ce qui nous reste
est une image posée dans un cadre