Song | The Wild Haunt |
Artist | Artificial Language |
Album | Now We Sleep |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Artificial Language |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : Artificial Language |
[00:27.181] | Surely there’s a place for us |
[00:33.429] | Surely there’s a place for us |
[00:38.931] | Please, leave me out of breath |
[00:43.935] | Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us |
[00:56.183] | Is there a way to take control of our directives? |
[01:03.429] | Please, leave me out of breath |
[01:07.933] | Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us |
[01:25.480] | Separated from what’s burnt out |
[01:36.177] | I am years and miles away from the man that I had wanted to be |
[01:44.859] | He’s a stranger distancing himself, as I chase the air that he breathes |
[02:32.114] | Is there a way to take control of our directives? |
[02:39.114] | Please, leave me out of breath |
[02:44.798] | Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us |
[02:51.300] | Surely there’s a place for us, swallowing us |
[02:57.301] | Surely there’s a place for us, separated from what’s burnt out |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Artificial Language |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Artificial Language |
[00:27.181] | Surely there' s a place for us |
[00:33.429] | Surely there' s a place for us |
[00:38.931] | Please, leave me out of breath |
[00:43.935] | Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us |
[00:56.183] | Is there a way to take control of our directives? |
[01:03.429] | Please, leave me out of breath |
[01:07.933] | Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us |
[01:25.480] | Separated from what' s burnt out |
[01:36.177] | I am years and miles away from the man that I had wanted to be |
[01:44.859] | He' s a stranger distancing himself, as I chase the air that he breathes |
[02:32.114] | Is there a way to take control of our directives? |
[02:39.114] | Please, leave me out of breath |
[02:44.798] | Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us |
[02:51.300] | Surely there' s a place for us, swallowing us |
[02:57.301] | Surely there' s a place for us, separated from what' s burnt out |