Song | Sacred Music |
Artist | Trembling Blue Stars |
Album | The Last Holy Writer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wratten | |
Carry me away | |
Sacred music | |
Touch and unchain | |
A wish to defy | |
Gravity | |
To slip away | |
From the mundane | |
Golden light | |
From a window high | |
A building for the longing | |
Moved by the beauty | |
But the need stays unattended | |
No balm to leave you mended | |
No balm to leave you mended | |
Sometimes I sense a secret | |
About to be revealed | |
Is it just a trick of silence | |
A slight of hand | |
A skill? | |
Desirous of | |
Something more | |
A prayer for something precious(something sacrosanct) | |
Reaching and searching | |
For something beyond | |
All that I recoil from | |
I sense a force at work | |
Is it goodness? | |
Is it nature? | |
It tugs my heart | |
Fills my thoughts | |
And never leaves an answer | |
And never leaves an answer |
zuo ci : Wratten | |
Carry me away | |
Sacred music | |
Touch and unchain | |
A wish to defy | |
Gravity | |
To slip away | |
From the mundane | |
Golden light | |
From a window high | |
A building for the longing | |
Moved by the beauty | |
But the need stays unattended | |
No balm to leave you mended | |
No balm to leave you mended | |
Sometimes I sense a secret | |
About to be revealed | |
Is it just a trick of silence | |
A slight of hand | |
A skill? | |
Desirous of | |
Something more | |
A prayer for something precious something sacrosanct | |
Reaching and searching | |
For something beyond | |
All that I recoil from | |
I sense a force at work | |
Is it goodness? | |
Is it nature? | |
It tugs my heart | |
Fills my thoughts | |
And never leaves an answer | |
And never leaves an answer |
zuò cí : Wratten | |
Carry me away | |
Sacred music | |
Touch and unchain | |
A wish to defy | |
Gravity | |
To slip away | |
From the mundane | |
Golden light | |
From a window high | |
A building for the longing | |
Moved by the beauty | |
But the need stays unattended | |
No balm to leave you mended | |
No balm to leave you mended | |
Sometimes I sense a secret | |
About to be revealed | |
Is it just a trick of silence | |
A slight of hand | |
A skill? | |
Desirous of | |
Something more | |
A prayer for something precious something sacrosanct | |
Reaching and searching | |
For something beyond | |
All that I recoil from | |
I sense a force at work | |
Is it goodness? | |
Is it nature? | |
It tugs my heart | |
Fills my thoughts | |
And never leaves an answer | |
And never leaves an answer |