"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
我喜歡許多事情帶著混淆(曖昧),懸吊在滿天流星下,直到我丟下那些事情為止。 就是今天晚上了,對你有甚麼關係? 我沒有任何東西可以給你,除了我的混淆(曖昧)。