| Song | Five Lines |
| Artist | David Sylvian |
| Album | Sleepwalkers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.79] | Five lines |
| [00:02.72] | |
| [00:11.73] | Five lines |
| [00:13.94] | |
| [00:18.30] | With which he marked time |
| [00:21.24] | |
| [00:24.43] | Five lines flared from the ovens |
| [00:28.73] | |
| [00:33.58] | He pulled the ribbons from their hair |
| [00:36.79] | |
| [00:41.93] | With melodies beaten from the sheets of his mother |
| [00:47.70] | |
| [00:49.25] | Songs for the end of time |
| [00:52.08] | |
| [00:58.75] | Five lines |
| [01:00.63] | |
| [01:04.49] | Return the birds to their singing |
| [01:08.01] | |
| [01:13.09] | The sun fell should we leave it to the foxes |
| [01:20.42] | |
| [01:22.61] | The sun fell from the sky |
| [01:25.91] | |
| [01:27.61] | Leave it to its wits and its devices |
| [01:30.37] | |
| [01:32.84] | The sun fell from the sky in the form of a stag |
| [01:38.84] | |
| [01:40.99] | Buried deep in the forest |
| [01:43.90] | |
| [01:49.74] | And that’s where he felled it |
| [01:53.81] | |
| [01:55.33] | A blow to the head |
| [01:59.40] | |
| [02:03.55] | That left it unconscious |
| [02:07.65] | |
| [02:09.56] | Nothing further was said |
| [02:13.85] | |
| [02:20.15] | We’ll set a place for him |
| [02:23.96] | |
| [02:27.75] | We’ll set a place then |
| [02:31.57] | |
| [02:35.83] | For he had tried |
| [02:37.95] | |
| [02:39.72] | Blood bone feathers to the sky |
| [02:43.90] | |
| [02:45.47] | Even in flight |
| [02:47.78] | |
| [02:49.20] | Nothing could have spared him |
| [02:52.26] | |
| [02:58.90] | Five lines |
| [03:00.36] | |
| [03:06.08] | Five lines flared from the oven |
| [03:10.63] | |
| [03:15.22] | Five lines with which he marked out time |
| [03:19.95] | |
| [03:31.03] | Leave him for the foxes |
| [03:33.44] | |
| [03:41.22] | Leave him for the foxes |
| [00:00.79] | Five lines |
| [00:02.72] | |
| [00:11.73] | Five lines |
| [00:13.94] | |
| [00:18.30] | With which he marked time |
| [00:21.24] | |
| [00:24.43] | Five lines flared from the ovens |
| [00:28.73] | |
| [00:33.58] | He pulled the ribbons from their hair |
| [00:36.79] | |
| [00:41.93] | With melodies beaten from the sheets of his mother |
| [00:47.70] | |
| [00:49.25] | Songs for the end of time |
| [00:52.08] | |
| [00:58.75] | Five lines |
| [01:00.63] | |
| [01:04.49] | Return the birds to their singing |
| [01:08.01] | |
| [01:13.09] | The sun fell should we leave it to the foxes |
| [01:20.42] | |
| [01:22.61] | The sun fell from the sky |
| [01:25.91] | |
| [01:27.61] | Leave it to its wits and its devices |
| [01:30.37] | |
| [01:32.84] | The sun fell from the sky in the form of a stag |
| [01:38.84] | |
| [01:40.99] | Buried deep in the forest |
| [01:43.90] | |
| [01:49.74] | And that' s where he felled it |
| [01:53.81] | |
| [01:55.33] | A blow to the head |
| [01:59.40] | |
| [02:03.55] | That left it unconscious |
| [02:07.65] | |
| [02:09.56] | Nothing further was said |
| [02:13.85] | |
| [02:20.15] | We' ll set a place for him |
| [02:23.96] | |
| [02:27.75] | We' ll set a place then |
| [02:31.57] | |
| [02:35.83] | For he had tried |
| [02:37.95] | |
| [02:39.72] | Blood bone feathers to the sky |
| [02:43.90] | |
| [02:45.47] | Even in flight |
| [02:47.78] | |
| [02:49.20] | Nothing could have spared him |
| [02:52.26] | |
| [02:58.90] | Five lines |
| [03:00.36] | |
| [03:06.08] | Five lines flared from the oven |
| [03:10.63] | |
| [03:15.22] | Five lines with which he marked out time |
| [03:19.95] | |
| [03:31.03] | Leave him for the foxes |
| [03:33.44] | |
| [03:41.22] | Leave him for the foxes |
| [00:00.79] | Five lines |
| [00:02.72] | |
| [00:11.73] | Five lines |
| [00:13.94] | |
| [00:18.30] | With which he marked time |
| [00:21.24] | |
| [00:24.43] | Five lines flared from the ovens |
| [00:28.73] | |
| [00:33.58] | He pulled the ribbons from their hair |
| [00:36.79] | |
| [00:41.93] | With melodies beaten from the sheets of his mother |
| [00:47.70] | |
| [00:49.25] | Songs for the end of time |
| [00:52.08] | |
| [00:58.75] | Five lines |
| [01:00.63] | |
| [01:04.49] | Return the birds to their singing |
| [01:08.01] | |
| [01:13.09] | The sun fell should we leave it to the foxes |
| [01:20.42] | |
| [01:22.61] | The sun fell from the sky |
| [01:25.91] | |
| [01:27.61] | Leave it to its wits and its devices |
| [01:30.37] | |
| [01:32.84] | The sun fell from the sky in the form of a stag |
| [01:38.84] | |
| [01:40.99] | Buried deep in the forest |
| [01:43.90] | |
| [01:49.74] | And that' s where he felled it |
| [01:53.81] | |
| [01:55.33] | A blow to the head |
| [01:59.40] | |
| [02:03.55] | That left it unconscious |
| [02:07.65] | |
| [02:09.56] | Nothing further was said |
| [02:13.85] | |
| [02:20.15] | We' ll set a place for him |
| [02:23.96] | |
| [02:27.75] | We' ll set a place then |
| [02:31.57] | |
| [02:35.83] | For he had tried |
| [02:37.95] | |
| [02:39.72] | Blood bone feathers to the sky |
| [02:43.90] | |
| [02:45.47] | Even in flight |
| [02:47.78] | |
| [02:49.20] | Nothing could have spared him |
| [02:52.26] | |
| [02:58.90] | Five lines |
| [03:00.36] | |
| [03:06.08] | Five lines flared from the oven |
| [03:10.63] | |
| [03:15.22] | Five lines with which he marked out time |
| [03:19.95] | |
| [03:31.03] | Leave him for the foxes |
| [03:33.44] | |
| [03:41.22] | Leave him for the foxes |