| Song | Sweep |
| Artist | Blue Foundation |
| Album | Sweep Of Days |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [03:40.420] | The floor you walk on is smooth. |
| [03:43.320] | There is no ground there. |
| [03:45.470] | Magic begins with blood. |
| [03:47.940] | Outside, there are trees, |
| [03:49.890] | With concrete under their roots. |
| [03:52.730] | But I have passed the tombs of kings, |
| [03:56.560] | Regaled them with pacing, |
| [03:59.270] | checked bins for food and wrappings. |
| [04:01.500] | I have scoured the seas for miles, |
| [04:05.790] | cloaked my face with ash. |
| [04:08.260] | My fingertips opening, |
| [04:10.140] | accepting my time. |
| [04:12.0] | |
| [04:12.600] | The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes |
| [04:16.370] | |
| [04:20.500] | For me, I am your sorrow |
| [04:26.560] | Calling in your dreams |
| [04:35.840] | For me, I am your shadow |
| [04:42.520] | Howling in the streets |
| [04:45.280] | |
| [05:00.700] | Tomorrow, I will walk the streets |
| [05:19.260] | And steel myself for the familiar. |
| [05:21.310] | Your eyes |
| [05:21.950] | Will not settle, a hunger. |
| [05:23.600] | You re be happier in your grave. |
| [05:25.300] | When we meet, share stories, |
| [05:27.630] | you stretch me. I see, |
| [05:30.420] | I see a semi-circle of teeth. |
| [05:32.500] | |
| [05:33.550] | The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes |
| [05:39.780] | For me, I am your sorrow |
| [05:46.570] | Calling in your dreams |
| [05:52.400] | |
| [05:55.520] | For me, I am your shadow |
| [06:02.270] | Howling in the streets |
| [06:05.500] |
| [03:40.420] | The floor you walk on is smooth. |
| [03:43.320] | There is no ground there. |
| [03:45.470] | Magic begins with blood. |
| [03:47.940] | Outside, there are trees, |
| [03:49.890] | With concrete under their roots. |
| [03:52.730] | But I have passed the tombs of kings, |
| [03:56.560] | Regaled them with pacing, |
| [03:59.270] | checked bins for food and wrappings. |
| [04:01.500] | I have scoured the seas for miles, |
| [04:05.790] | cloaked my face with ash. |
| [04:08.260] | My fingertips opening, |
| [04:10.140] | accepting my time. |
| [04:12.0] | |
| [04:12.600] | The dark cylinders of halfsmoked cigarettes |
| [04:16.370] | |
| [04:20.500] | For me, I am your sorrow |
| [04:26.560] | Calling in your dreams |
| [04:35.840] | For me, I am your shadow |
| [04:42.520] | Howling in the streets |
| [04:45.280] | |
| [05:00.700] | Tomorrow, I will walk the streets |
| [05:19.260] | And steel myself for the familiar. |
| [05:21.310] | Your eyes |
| [05:21.950] | Will not settle, a hunger. |
| [05:23.600] | You re be happier in your grave. |
| [05:25.300] | When we meet, share stories, |
| [05:27.630] | you stretch me. I see, |
| [05:30.420] | I see a semicircle of teeth. |
| [05:32.500] | |
| [05:33.550] | The dark cylinders of halfsmoked cigarettes |
| [05:39.780] | For me, I am your sorrow |
| [05:46.570] | Calling in your dreams |
| [05:52.400] | |
| [05:55.520] | For me, I am your shadow |
| [06:02.270] | Howling in the streets |
| [06:05.500] |
| [03:40.420] | The floor you walk on is smooth. |
| [03:43.320] | There is no ground there. |
| [03:45.470] | Magic begins with blood. |
| [03:47.940] | Outside, there are trees, |
| [03:49.890] | With concrete under their roots. |
| [03:52.730] | But I have passed the tombs of kings, |
| [03:56.560] | Regaled them with pacing, |
| [03:59.270] | checked bins for food and wrappings. |
| [04:01.500] | I have scoured the seas for miles, |
| [04:05.790] | cloaked my face with ash. |
| [04:08.260] | My fingertips opening, |
| [04:10.140] | accepting my time. |
| [04:12.0] | |
| [04:12.600] | The dark cylinders of halfsmoked cigarettes |
| [04:16.370] | |
| [04:20.500] | For me, I am your sorrow |
| [04:26.560] | Calling in your dreams |
| [04:35.840] | For me, I am your shadow |
| [04:42.520] | Howling in the streets |
| [04:45.280] | |
| [05:00.700] | Tomorrow, I will walk the streets |
| [05:19.260] | And steel myself for the familiar. |
| [05:21.310] | Your eyes |
| [05:21.950] | Will not settle, a hunger. |
| [05:23.600] | You re be happier in your grave. |
| [05:25.300] | When we meet, share stories, |
| [05:27.630] | you stretch me. I see, |
| [05:30.420] | I see a semicircle of teeth. |
| [05:32.500] | |
| [05:33.550] | The dark cylinders of halfsmoked cigarettes |
| [05:39.780] | For me, I am your sorrow |
| [05:46.570] | Calling in your dreams |
| [05:52.400] | |
| [05:55.520] | For me, I am your shadow |
| [06:02.270] | Howling in the streets |
| [06:05.500] |