I must have called a thousand times to tell you: ...

 How deep is your love?
Is it like the ocean?

 W głębi duszy o tym wiem,
że gdzieś na szczycie góry,
wszyscy razem spotkamy się.

 If the heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece

 Crashing around me like dust
You are the realest thing I've ever had to fake

 I watched you as you left but I can never seem to let you go

 I'm not spending any time, wasting tonight on you
I know, I've heard it all

 Bring your love to me
I will hold it like a newborn child
One of my own blood
And I might just even sing a song
to keep it calm

 Tak, również punk-rock jest sztuką, a nie ma sztuki dla leniwych.

 Come hold me please, and never let me go
On the second day of Christmas

 Zasypiam myśląc o tym, że... jesteś niedaleko gdzieś.