| Song | Turn Loose The Doves |
| Artist | It Dies Today |
| Album | Sirens |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brooks, Hatalak | |
| How's the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls, | |
| And when the worms carried it away, | |
| Did you cry, did you feel, did you see me pray? | |
| To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night, | |
| Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
| Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds, | |
| And when we glance down upon our shrine, | |
| There's no viol, violet, and no vine. | |
| Nor rays from holy heaven bright, | |
| Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light? | |
| We strayed from this light. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell, | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
| Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
| Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted.... | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart |
| zuo qu : Brooks, Hatalak | |
| How' s the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls, | |
| And when the worms carried it away, | |
| Did you cry, did you feel, did you see me pray? | |
| To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night, | |
| Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
| Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds, | |
| And when we glance down upon our shrine, | |
| There' s no viol, violet, and no vine. | |
| Nor rays from holy heaven bright, | |
| Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light? | |
| We strayed from this light. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell, | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
| Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
| Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted.... | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart |
| zuò qǔ : Brooks, Hatalak | |
| How' s the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls, | |
| And when the worms carried it away, | |
| Did you cry, did you feel, did you see me pray? | |
| To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night, | |
| Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
| Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds, | |
| And when we glance down upon our shrine, | |
| There' s no viol, violet, and no vine. | |
| Nor rays from holy heaven bright, | |
| Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light? | |
| We strayed from this light. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell, | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
| Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
| Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
| Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted.... | |
| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
| My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart |