Gathering Leaves Lyrics

	作词 : Armfield
	作曲 : Armfield
	Words on the tip of finger
	Spread across medium-sliced lines
	Sentences hover and linger
	Freed from the reason that binds
	Gathering leaves, scattering seeds
	Hoping that you will find
	The flowers that punctuate freedom
	The seconds that syncopate time
	To the scream
	Of a life-support failing
	Comes the beat
	Of a hand on a heart
	And the piercing
	Shrill of death wailing
	Comes to a halt with a start
	There on the screen
	Who'd have believed
	Life could imitate art
	But I swear it's your
	Handwriting in red neon
	There on the life-support chart
	The blinds that are closed
	Against morning
	Glow like the lines on a page
	Postponing eventual dawning
	Of the sun in a violent rage
	Touching the blind
	Disturbing lines
	Hoping that you will find
	The flowers that punctuate freedom
	The seconds that syncopate time

	zuo ci : Armfield
	zuo qu : Armfield
	Words on the tip of finger
	Spread across mediumsliced lines
	Sentences hover and linger
	Freed from the reason that binds
	Gathering leaves, scattering seeds
	Hoping that you will find
	The flowers that punctuate freedom
	The seconds that syncopate time
	To the scream
	Of a lifesupport failing
	Comes the beat
	Of a hand on a heart
	And the piercing
	Shrill of death wailing
	Comes to a halt with a start
	There on the screen
	Who' d have believed
	Life could imitate art
	But I swear it' s your
	Handwriting in red neon
	There on the lifesupport chart
	The blinds that are closed
	Against morning
	Glow like the lines on a page
	Postponing eventual dawning
	Of the sun in a violent rage
	Touching the blind
	Disturbing lines
	Hoping that you will find
	The flowers that punctuate freedom
	The seconds that syncopate time

	zuò cí : Armfield
	zuò qǔ : Armfield
	Words on the tip of finger
	Spread across mediumsliced lines
	Sentences hover and linger
	Freed from the reason that binds
	Gathering leaves, scattering seeds
	Hoping that you will find
	The flowers that punctuate freedom
	The seconds that syncopate time
	To the scream
	Of a lifesupport failing
	Comes the beat
	Of a hand on a heart
	And the piercing
	Shrill of death wailing
	Comes to a halt with a start
	There on the screen
	Who' d have believed
	Life could imitate art
	But I swear it' s your
	Handwriting in red neon
	There on the lifesupport chart
	The blinds that are closed
	Against morning
	Glow like the lines on a page
	Postponing eventual dawning
	Of the sun in a violent rage
	Touching the blind
	Disturbing lines
	Hoping that you will find
	The flowers that punctuate freedom
	The seconds that syncopate time

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