| Song | The Marching Sane |
| Artist | Flowing Tears |
| Album | Invanity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Flowing Tears | |
| the autumn in your eyes | |
| the salty dark within your veins | |
| we walk the streets at night | |
| a searing spark inside our cage | |
| your light it burns so painful | |
| turn around and burn me painful | |
| no light can release my pain | |
| not a young god | |
| I spit in the eyes of the marching sane | |
| and in the young ones | |
| and the world will turn in vein | |
| the autumn in your smile | |
| don't dare to walk another way | |
| and when there's no behind... don't look back! | |
| we praise the dawning day | |
| your light it burns so painful | |
| turn around and burn me painful | |
| no light can release my pain... | |
| no light can release my pain | |
| not a young god | |
| a tiptoeing knife in the back they reign | |
| all the young ones | |
| no light can release my pain... |
| zuo qu : Flowing Tears | |
| the autumn in your eyes | |
| the salty dark within your veins | |
| we walk the streets at night | |
| a searing spark inside our cage | |
| your light it burns so painful | |
| turn around and burn me painful | |
| no light can release my pain | |
| not a young god | |
| I spit in the eyes of the marching sane | |
| and in the young ones | |
| and the world will turn in vein | |
| the autumn in your smile | |
| don' t dare to walk another way | |
| and when there' s no behind... don' t look back! | |
| we praise the dawning day | |
| your light it burns so painful | |
| turn around and burn me painful | |
| no light can release my pain... | |
| no light can release my pain | |
| not a young god | |
| a tiptoeing knife in the back they reign | |
| all the young ones | |
| no light can release my pain... |
| zuò qǔ : Flowing Tears | |
| the autumn in your eyes | |
| the salty dark within your veins | |
| we walk the streets at night | |
| a searing spark inside our cage | |
| your light it burns so painful | |
| turn around and burn me painful | |
| no light can release my pain | |
| not a young god | |
| I spit in the eyes of the marching sane | |
| and in the young ones | |
| and the world will turn in vein | |
| the autumn in your smile | |
| don' t dare to walk another way | |
| and when there' s no behind... don' t look back! | |
| we praise the dawning day | |
| your light it burns so painful | |
| turn around and burn me painful | |
| no light can release my pain... | |
| no light can release my pain | |
| not a young god | |
| a tiptoeing knife in the back they reign | |
| all the young ones | |
| no light can release my pain... |