Down On My Knees

Will I keep on falling,
Each time I look at you,
Will I keep on smiling,
Though my heart’s feeling blue?

Are you still denying’,
That you know the truth,
You say you need me,
But baby, do you, do you?

You brought me down to my knees,
Am I alive again?
To my heart, you got the keys,
I wish I could break this spell.
Darlin’, I know,
I’m probably dreaming,
Darling, I know,
You’re all that I want, you’re more than I dreamed of

Will I keep on chasing
A love that feels true?
What if I’m just wasting,
Wasting my heart on you?

What’s this, I’m feeling
You wouldn’t make me blue... (would you, would you?)
You say you need me,
But baby, do you , do you?

You brought me down to my knees,
Am I alive again?
To my heart, you got the keys,
I wish I could break this spell.
Darlin’, I know,
I’m probably dreaming,
Darling, I know,
You’re all that I want, you’re more than I dreamed of

I wish I could break this spell
Am I alive again?
I wish I could break this spell
You’re all that I want, you’re more than I ...

Fairy lights are glowing,
Wreath is on the door,
The Christmas tree is standing proud,
The stockings are hung up by the crackling fire,
With presents all around,
Sugar, spice, and cinnamon,
Float through the air,
The table is set with the finest tableware,
But there’s one last touch that I’ve left unseen,
A secret we can share,
I’ve got you something special,
It’s really something special,
Like skybound rides on Santa’s sleigh,
And I know you’re dying to see it now,
But I’m saving it for Christmas day,
60 seconds in a minute,
60 minutes in an hour,
24 hours in a day,
I’m counting every one till I see you again,
I hope you’re on your way,
The candles softly flicker,
The pink skies promise snow,
The world is gently wrapped in the warmest golden glow,
And if you tiptoe down early I’ll be there,
Under the mistletoe,
I’ve got you something special,
It’s really something special,
Like skybound rides on Santa’s sleigh,
And I know you’re dying to see it now,
But I’m saving it for Christmas day,
I’ve got you something special,
It's something transcendental,
Delivered in a wondrous way,
I'll give you a clue, I want it too,
I’m saving it for Christmas day.

Snowflakes dance like whispers,
In the glow of the evening light,
Gather round the fire, love,
In the shelter of the old pine,
Friends and family fill the room,
As the old stories unfold,
And in the warmth of this moment,
Our hearts are made of gold.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

The scent of pine and cinnamon,
And the crimson of an old wine,
A flicker of a candle glows,
We’ll never drift away.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

And if the road gets lonely,
Or the nights grow long,
Just know, there’s somewhere you belong,
No matter where you wonder,
Or how far you roam,
Don’t forget, you’ve got a place called home.

Wake me up
When I’ve learned how to forget
That you exist
That you were ever in my head
I’m sick of feeling like I’ll never feel anything again
I’m feeling like I’m falling without you to catch me and
All of a sudden
Cold sweat comes running Down my neck
I see your face on the street Was it you
Or was it someone else
I’m lost without you
I am hungry for you
But I am never going back to where you’re at
I am lost without you
I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you Without you
I am just half of who I am

You told me that you’d wait for me
But patience has a sell by date
Can’t say that I blame you
I should have seen it through
I been losing sleep over you
I should just give up and find somebody new
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
And getting it so wrong
They say that romance is dead
And I need it like a kick in the head
Can’t say I love you
If I don’t even know you
I been losing sleep over you
I should just give up looking for somebody new
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
And getting it so wrong

中文:

在这无眠的夜里
把我整夜的思念 唱给你
你曾来过又离去 在回忆里
像是乌云后微甜的雨

花开花落的距离
把世界最美的你 锁在梦里
斑驳泛黄的字迹 在日记里
是曾经爱你的证据

在想你的每一天 每一夜
每次梦醒之后 对着星星数着时间
在重复的每一天 每一年
赶在在道别离之前再拥抱你

在这寂静的风里
把我满心的眷恋 吹向你
那似梦般岛屿 在眼睛里
一如你炙热梦境的甜意

云卷云舒的间隙
把心里难忘的你 藏在诗里
浅淡褪色的墨痕 在纸页里
是往昔念你的心意


ENG:

In this sleepless night,
I sing my endless longing to you.
You came, then faded into memories,
Like a gentle rain behind the clouds.
Between the blooming and the falling,
I lock the most beautiful you inside my dreams.
Faded ink on yellowed pages,
A testament to the love we once knew.
Every day, every night, I think of you,
Counting time against the stars when dreams slip away.
Every year, every moment, I relive the past,
Chasing one last embrace before goodbye.
In this silent breeze,
I send my deepest yearning to you.
That dreamlike island in my eyes,
Still carries the sweetness of your touch.
Between the drifting clouds,
I hide your name in whispered poetry.
Faint ink stains on fragile paper,
A lingering echo of my love for you.

FR:

Dans cette nuit sans sommeil,
Je chante pour toi toute la nostalgie qui m’habite.
Tu es venu(e), puis reparti(e), ne laissant que des souvenirs,
Comme une douce pluie derrière les nuages sombres.
La distance entre les fleurs qui éclosent et celles qui fanent
Enferme la plus belle version de toi dans mes rêves.
Les écritures fanées et jaunies dans mon journal
Sont la preuve de l’amour que je t’ai porté.
Chaque jour, chaque nuit où je pense à toi,
À chaque réveil, je compte les étoiles pour mesurer le temps.
Chaque jour qui se répète, chaque année qui passe,
Je veux encore une étreinte avant de te dire adieu.
Dans cette brise silencieuse,
Je souffle vers toi tout mon attachement.
Cette île semblable à un rêve dans mes yeux
Est aussi douce que ton amour ardent dans mes songes.
Dans l’intervalle des nuages qui se forment et se dispersent,
Je cache ton souvenir impérissable dans mes poèmes.
Les traces d’encre pâlies sur les pages de mon carnet
Sont le reflet de mes pensées pour toi d’antan.