| Song | Hang |
| Artist | Cellar Darling |
| Album | The Spell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Anna Murphy/Ivo Henzi/Merlin Sutter |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Anna Murphy/Ivo Henzi/Merlin Sutter/Fred Schnyder Hiedl |
| [00:14.845] | Breathe silently |
| [00:17.985] | make the ghostly voice surrender |
| [00:21.645] | Stride carefully |
| [00:24.993] | let the forest sleep forever |
| [00:39.517] | I shall pick the tallest tree |
| [00:45.826] | Strong and sturdy just for me |
| [00:52.314] | Ask it if I may end my days |
| [00:58.808] | Clambering its graceful frame |
| [01:05.544] | Rising up high, scenic beauty unfolds |
| [01:10.776] | Only the wind scouting these grounds makes a sound |
| [01:17.564] | Breathe silently |
| [01:20.699] | make the voices die forever |
| [01:24.583] | Stride carefully |
| [01:27.942] | Let the forest be my shelter |
| [01:31.592] | Leave, violently |
| [01:34.983] | make it all be for the better |
| [01:38.673] | Hide, stealthily |
| [01:42.093] | let me peacefully surrender |
| [02:40.198] | And once I tied and formed a sling |
| [02:43.579] | I saw a bird that had a broken wing |
| [02:46.711] | The bird was tired, could barely sing |
| [02:50.399] | "Is this pain all that my life can bring?" |
| [02:53.557] | And all it took was a piece of string |
| [02:57.260] | Around a stick to mend the broken wing |
| [03:00.420] | Through the forest now its voice could ring |
| [03:04.082] | "Bow for this tree now has a brand new king!" |
| [03:07.228] | And all the while I hung |
| [03:10.650] | from the oaks eldest son |
| [03:14.328] | Dangling in the breeze |
| [03:17.746] | As the mother of the broken |
| [03:32.120] | Is this beauty not lovable? |
| [03:37.075] | Enough to change my mind? |
| [03:42.543] | Soaking in the silence |
| [03:47.781] | Anguish lingering |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Anna Murphy Ivo Henzi Merlin Sutter |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Anna Murphy Ivo Henzi Merlin Sutter Fred Schnyder Hiedl |
| [00:14.845] | Breathe silently |
| [00:17.985] | make the ghostly voice surrender |
| [00:21.645] | Stride carefully |
| [00:24.993] | let the forest sleep forever |
| [00:39.517] | I shall pick the tallest tree |
| [00:45.826] | Strong and sturdy just for me |
| [00:52.314] | Ask it if I may end my days |
| [00:58.808] | Clambering its graceful frame |
| [01:05.544] | Rising up high, scenic beauty unfolds |
| [01:10.776] | Only the wind scouting these grounds makes a sound |
| [01:17.564] | Breathe silently |
| [01:20.699] | make the voices die forever |
| [01:24.583] | Stride carefully |
| [01:27.942] | Let the forest be my shelter |
| [01:31.592] | Leave, violently |
| [01:34.983] | make it all be for the better |
| [01:38.673] | Hide, stealthily |
| [01:42.093] | let me peacefully surrender |
| [02:40.198] | And once I tied and formed a sling |
| [02:43.579] | I saw a bird that had a broken wing |
| [02:46.711] | The bird was tired, could barely sing |
| [02:50.399] | " Is this pain all that my life can bring?" |
| [02:53.557] | And all it took was a piece of string |
| [02:57.260] | Around a stick to mend the broken wing |
| [03:00.420] | Through the forest now its voice could ring |
| [03:04.082] | " Bow for this tree now has a brand new king!" |
| [03:07.228] | And all the while I hung |
| [03:10.650] | from the oaks eldest son |
| [03:14.328] | Dangling in the breeze |
| [03:17.746] | As the mother of the broken |
| [03:32.120] | Is this beauty not lovable? |
| [03:37.075] | Enough to change my mind? |
| [03:42.543] | Soaking in the silence |
| [03:47.781] | Anguish lingering |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Anna Murphy Ivo Henzi Merlin Sutter |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Anna Murphy Ivo Henzi Merlin Sutter Fred Schnyder Hiedl |
| [00:14.845] | Breathe silently |
| [00:17.985] | make the ghostly voice surrender |
| [00:21.645] | Stride carefully |
| [00:24.993] | let the forest sleep forever |
| [00:39.517] | I shall pick the tallest tree |
| [00:45.826] | Strong and sturdy just for me |
| [00:52.314] | Ask it if I may end my days |
| [00:58.808] | Clambering its graceful frame |
| [01:05.544] | Rising up high, scenic beauty unfolds |
| [01:10.776] | Only the wind scouting these grounds makes a sound |
| [01:17.564] | Breathe silently |
| [01:20.699] | make the voices die forever |
| [01:24.583] | Stride carefully |
| [01:27.942] | Let the forest be my shelter |
| [01:31.592] | Leave, violently |
| [01:34.983] | make it all be for the better |
| [01:38.673] | Hide, stealthily |
| [01:42.093] | let me peacefully surrender |
| [02:40.198] | And once I tied and formed a sling |
| [02:43.579] | I saw a bird that had a broken wing |
| [02:46.711] | The bird was tired, could barely sing |
| [02:50.399] | " Is this pain all that my life can bring?" |
| [02:53.557] | And all it took was a piece of string |
| [02:57.260] | Around a stick to mend the broken wing |
| [03:00.420] | Through the forest now its voice could ring |
| [03:04.082] | " Bow for this tree now has a brand new king!" |
| [03:07.228] | And all the while I hung |
| [03:10.650] | from the oaks eldest son |
| [03:14.328] | Dangling in the breeze |
| [03:17.746] | As the mother of the broken |
| [03:32.120] | Is this beauty not lovable? |
| [03:37.075] | Enough to change my mind? |
| [03:42.543] | Soaking in the silence |
| [03:47.781] | Anguish lingering |