Now I’m Four Five Seconds from wildin’ And we got ...

 Ślepemu wzrok, głuchemu dźwięk, zmarłemu życia dar.
Chromemu krok, niememu pieśń, przynosi Chrystus Pan!

 If I showed you my flaws
If I couldn't be strong
Tell me honestly would you still love me the same?

 Sił mi brak i już nie chcę nic wiedzieć,
Mam mętlik w mojej małej głowie.

 Cieszmy się z małych rzeczy, bo
wzór na szczęście w nich zapisany jest!

 Girl, I hope you’re sure, what you’re looking for,
As I’m not good at making promises

 I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hanging on a moment of truth

 But there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive

 Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get close

 I tried to buy your pretty heart, but the price too high

 I was accident prone, I fell head over heels with no warning
And in spite of my vertigo I never felt myself falling