| Song | The Silver Circle |
| Artist | Faith & the Muse |
| Album | Annwyn, Beneath The Waves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Faith and the Muse | |
| Come to life my deviltry | |
| Possess this poor company | |
| Our secret be benefit | |
| Their unhappy lack of it | |
| Awaken my trusting friend | |
| My undisturbed reflection | |
| So fluid your beauty | |
| All gears and teeth | |
| Come Alive | |
| Come to life my second skin | |
| To protect the madness locked within | |
| Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues | |
| Though words did betray us | |
| Did bury our past | |
| Cry blasphemy | |
| Cancer masters instinct | |
| Sad passive release | |
| Come Alive | |
| Take my dear ones | |
| The use of this spell may serve too well | |
| Our mouth is our chalice | |
| Our tongue our sword | |
| And truth holds a dozen doors | |
| One thrown open wide shall yield one more | |
| Yet mystery remains above their eyes | |
| Come Alive |
| zuo qu : Faith and the Muse | |
| Come to life my deviltry | |
| Possess this poor company | |
| Our secret be benefit | |
| Their unhappy lack of it | |
| Awaken my trusting friend | |
| My undisturbed reflection | |
| So fluid your beauty | |
| All gears and teeth | |
| Come Alive | |
| Come to life my second skin | |
| To protect the madness locked within | |
| Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues | |
| Though words did betray us | |
| Did bury our past | |
| Cry blasphemy | |
| Cancer masters instinct | |
| Sad passive release | |
| Come Alive | |
| Take my dear ones | |
| The use of this spell may serve too well | |
| Our mouth is our chalice | |
| Our tongue our sword | |
| And truth holds a dozen doors | |
| One thrown open wide shall yield one more | |
| Yet mystery remains above their eyes | |
| Come Alive |
| zuò qǔ : Faith and the Muse | |
| Come to life my deviltry | |
| Possess this poor company | |
| Our secret be benefit | |
| Their unhappy lack of it | |
| Awaken my trusting friend | |
| My undisturbed reflection | |
| So fluid your beauty | |
| All gears and teeth | |
| Come Alive | |
| Come to life my second skin | |
| To protect the madness locked within | |
| Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues | |
| Though words did betray us | |
| Did bury our past | |
| Cry blasphemy | |
| Cancer masters instinct | |
| Sad passive release | |
| Come Alive | |
| Take my dear ones | |
| The use of this spell may serve too well | |
| Our mouth is our chalice | |
| Our tongue our sword | |
| And truth holds a dozen doors | |
| One thrown open wide shall yield one more | |
| Yet mystery remains above their eyes | |
| Come Alive |