In my other world
There is no pain
And all my thoughts
Are clouds of happiness

In my other world
My heart beats red
There is no gun
Pointed at my head

(出典： i-was-born-backwards)

In a manner of speaking 
Semantics won’t do 
In this life that we live 
We only make do 
And the way that we feel 
Might have to be sacrificed 

So in a manner of speaking 
I just want to say 
That like you I should find a way 
To tell you everything 
By saying nothing 

(出典： i-was-born-backwards)

Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room
And the lamplight shining on me projects my lonely gloom
My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

He’s always by my side at night no matter where I go
He lurks out in the darkness or in the neon’s glow
He follows me across the steps and up and down the halls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame
My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain
I’m trying to escape the memory my heart recalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

The image of a love I lost and all the things I’d planned
Are as empty as the bottle that I hold in my hand
My soul is buried in the depths of love and life’s pitfalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

(出典： i-was-born-backwards)