| Song | Jack's Valentine |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Amateur Shortwave Radio |
| 作词 : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
| Help me. Spread my table. | |
| I've been tryin' but I'm just not able. | |
| There's so much left inside, | |
| So very much I've been tryin' to hide. | |
| Life gets pretty heavy and I wish it was light, | |
| But after all I love the night. | |
| And there's that word again. | |
| I still hear it every now and again. | |
| I breathe you 'cause you help me forget | |
| Everything I don't know about love yet. | |
| I need you 'cause you help me forget, | |
| Yeah, you help me forget. | |
| I drink you 'cause you help me to see | |
| It's mostly myself that's killin' me. | |
| I think I have to, to help me forget | |
| Everything I don't know about love yet. | |
| Someone said these were the best days, | |
| Best days of our life. | |
| I suppose there could be worse ways, | |
| Worse ways to learn to cry. | |
| And if these should be the last days, | |
| The last days for you and I, | |
| I suppose this is the best way, | |
| Best way to say goodbye. | |
| I breathe you 'cause you help me forget | |
| Everything I don't know about love yet. | |
| I need you 'cause you help me forget, | |
| Yeah, you help me forget. | |
| I drink you 'cause you help me to see | |
| It's mostly myself that's killin' me. | |
| I think I have to, to help me forget | |
| Everything I don't know about love yet. | |
| It snows in here. It snows forever, | |
| But there's no Christmas underneath this weather. | |
| When it blows here and gets real cold, | |
| I wanna trip myself and fall upon your fabulous sword | |
| And move here by the stained-glass window. | |
| Forget about the inside ghetto. | |
| Down here on the hardwood floor, | |
| The lines on the ceiling start to swim once more | |
| Like a cheap Renoir, a fake Van Gogh, | |
| A pop Monet, a blue Degas. | |
| I breathe you. I need you. Ah. |
| zuò cí : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
| Help me. Spread my table. | |
| I' ve been tryin' but I' m just not able. | |
| There' s so much left inside, | |
| So very much I' ve been tryin' to hide. | |
| Life gets pretty heavy and I wish it was light, | |
| But after all I love the night. | |
| And there' s that word again. | |
| I still hear it every now and again. | |
| I breathe you ' cause you help me forget | |
| Everything I don' t know about love yet. | |
| I need you ' cause you help me forget, | |
| Yeah, you help me forget. | |
| I drink you ' cause you help me to see | |
| It' s mostly myself that' s killin' me. | |
| I think I have to, to help me forget | |
| Everything I don' t know about love yet. | |
| Someone said these were the best days, | |
| Best days of our life. | |
| I suppose there could be worse ways, | |
| Worse ways to learn to cry. | |
| And if these should be the last days, | |
| The last days for you and I, | |
| I suppose this is the best way, | |
| Best way to say goodbye. | |
| I breathe you ' cause you help me forget | |
| Everything I don' t know about love yet. | |
| I need you ' cause you help me forget, | |
| Yeah, you help me forget. | |
| I drink you ' cause you help me to see | |
| It' s mostly myself that' s killin' me. | |
| I think I have to, to help me forget | |
| Everything I don' t know about love yet. | |
| It snows in here. It snows forever, | |
| But there' s no Christmas underneath this weather. | |
| When it blows here and gets real cold, | |
| I wanna trip myself and fall upon your fabulous sword | |
| And move here by the stainedglass window. | |
| Forget about the inside ghetto. | |
| Down here on the hardwood floor, | |
| The lines on the ceiling start to swim once more | |
| Like a cheap Renoir, a fake Van Gogh, | |
| A pop Monet, a blue Degas. | |
| I breathe you. I need you. Ah. |