Well, Benjamin

	作曲 : Meiburg, Sheff
	Well, Benjamin
	You crashed your plane again
	A beautiful tailspin
	It was going to happen soon enough
	The only question was when
	'Cause I could smell the flames
	Just sleeping on your skin
	And I love you for the things you do
	And I don't care who you do them to
	You can wrap your stupid suffering around me
	Because I thought it out, in the time I've got
	And I don't care if I drown or not
	I just want to crash into that same cold sea
	On an airport "USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen
	You write, "These people are like skeletons
	Wrapped up in perfumed skin"
	And it's such a stupid sentiment
	But write it once again
	Let your anger fill the margin
	And I'll kiss your shaking hand.
	'Cause I love you for the things you see
	And I don't mind if you see me
	With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes
	As obscene
	You're right in ways that you don't know
	And you're untouched by the undertow
	All that speed and anger burns your body clean
	And I love you for the things you feel
	So thoroughly that they turn real
	As the sea comes rushing toward us
	Dark and cold
	And your rowmate, this nonentity
	As the screams and salt sea smother me
	Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold
	But now the landing gear is starting to unfold
	The captain points the runway out below
	Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold
	And where you're going, down there
	I don't know

	zuò qǔ : Meiburg, Sheff
	Well, Benjamin
	You crashed your plane again
	A beautiful tailspin
	It was going to happen soon enough
	The only question was when
	' Cause I could smell the flames
	Just sleeping on your skin
	And I love you for the things you do
	And I don' t care who you do them to
	You can wrap your stupid suffering around me
	Because I thought it out, in the time I' ve got
	And I don' t care if I drown or not
	I just want to crash into that same cold sea
	On an airport " USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen
	You write, " These people are like skeletons
	Wrapped up in perfumed skin"
	And it' s such a stupid sentiment
	But write it once again
	Let your anger fill the margin
	And I' ll kiss your shaking hand.
	' Cause I love you for the things you see
	And I don' t mind if you see me
	With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes
	As obscene
	You' re right in ways that you don' t know
	And you' re untouched by the undertow
	All that speed and anger burns your body clean
	And I love you for the things you feel
	So thoroughly that they turn real
	As the sea comes rushing toward us
	Dark and cold
	And your rowmate, this nonentity
	As the screams and salt sea smother me
	Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold
	But now the landing gear is starting to unfold
	The captain points the runway out below
	Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold
	And where you' re going, down there
	I don' t know