Absence makes the heart die

One more day becomes a minute,
gone forever just admit it
Sucking long and hard on nothing
Tell expiring flesh you love it

Book of sorrows speaks your fear:
there is no leaving here
One more day and you'll start over [bad word] on calendars, take another

And absence makes the heart die
And absence makes the heart die
And you crawl away to fade
And you crawl away to fade

Jesus wept but you've cried blood
in corners that reek of being alone
Flagellation spells your name
No two skin marks are the same

And absence makes the heart die
And absence makes the heart die
And you crawl away to fade
And you crawl away to fade

Tá an ceart agat: b'fhearr duit fanacht uaimse
Tá me i mo shuí ar an talamh agus tá mo ghuth ag dul i léig
Tá mé ag dul as ó dhubh go dubh
mar níl mé abalta áthas a chuir ar aon duine
Agus tá an poll seo i mo bhrollach ag dul i ndonas
Fiú le mo chroí faoi chomhair
Fanacht uaimse!

(You are right: you're better off staying away from me
I'm sat on the ground and my voice is weakening
I'm fading away from dawn till dusk
because I can't make anyone happy
And this hole in my chest is getting worse
Even  my heart intended for it
Stay away from me!