| Song | Forms Of Imprisonment |
| Artist | Universal Hall Pass |
| Album | Subtle Things EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Kasson Crooker and Melissa R. Kaplan |
| [01:01.739] | Stable fortress |
| [01:05.693] | What makes the boundless stand on a pin? |
| [01:15.820] | For saturnine blue torches downed in size |
| [01:25.253] | |
| [01:31.968] | Subterranean forests |
| [01:37.229] | Move outwards by design |
| [01:42.949] | Consider |
| [01:47.819] | A diamond’s view of time |
| [01:53.100] | Can see more ways |
| [01:57.043] | |
| [01:59.928] | We’re offering a new power |
| [02:06.710] | Stop sheltering a doomed flower |
| [02:11.766] | That’s not what we’re meant to be made of |
| [02:15.824] | Swallowed Saturn under the terms of our imprisonment |
| [02:21.118] | To arrest in a new form ‘till the shadow of him covered every good limit |
| [02:26.921] | No more narrow cage to gild |
| [02:33.439] | Don’t let the stable fortress come to nothing |
| [02:39.069] | |
| [02:42.866] | If you want to be |
| [02:46.288] | You can free any form you love |
| [02:52.532] | We put a ban on poetry and growing things |
| [02:58.587] | To see the seasons we’ve been sweeping |
| [03:01.940] | Under Saturn’s hair |
| [03:09.333] | We’ve been sweeping seasons |
| [03:13.466] | Asleep, |
| [03:15.423] | All the kings are out on ant hills |
| [03:19.810] | So don’t let this come to nothing |
| [03:24.918] | |
| [03:25.994] | Come taste |
| [03:30.281] | Our strong sense of will |
| [03:35.518] | All bets on the table trumping a visit with a death by inches |
| [03:42.243] | Of what a win – win game of will is |
| [03:47.354] | Come in Sally and sing |
| [03:56.484] | Under the stars, say no to sleep |
| [04:01.061] | |
| [04:04.124] | For those who wish to be they can free any form they love |
| [04:14.509] | Stop putting bans on poetry |
| [04:20.956] | And sweeping seasons, |
| [04:27.377] | Holding pins |
| [04:32.691] | With the weight of the world. |
| [04:39.103] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Kasson Crooker and Melissa R. Kaplan |
| [01:01.739] | Stable fortress |
| [01:05.693] | What makes the boundless stand on a pin? |
| [01:15.820] | For saturnine blue torches downed in size |
| [01:25.253] | |
| [01:31.968] | Subterranean forests |
| [01:37.229] | Move outwards by design |
| [01:42.949] | Consider |
| [01:47.819] | A diamond' s view of time |
| [01:53.100] | Can see more ways |
| [01:57.043] | |
| [01:59.928] | We' re offering a new power |
| [02:06.710] | Stop sheltering a doomed flower |
| [02:11.766] | That' s not what we' re meant to be made of |
| [02:15.824] | Swallowed Saturn under the terms of our imprisonment |
| [02:21.118] | To arrest in a new form ' till the shadow of him covered every good limit |
| [02:26.921] | No more narrow cage to gild |
| [02:33.439] | Don' t let the stable fortress come to nothing |
| [02:39.069] | |
| [02:42.866] | If you want to be |
| [02:46.288] | You can free any form you love |
| [02:52.532] | We put a ban on poetry and growing things |
| [02:58.587] | To see the seasons we' ve been sweeping |
| [03:01.940] | Under Saturn' s hair |
| [03:09.333] | We' ve been sweeping seasons |
| [03:13.466] | Asleep, |
| [03:15.423] | All the kings are out on ant hills |
| [03:19.810] | So don' t let this come to nothing |
| [03:24.918] | |
| [03:25.994] | Come taste |
| [03:30.281] | Our strong sense of will |
| [03:35.518] | All bets on the table trumping a visit with a death by inches |
| [03:42.243] | Of what a win win game of will is |
| [03:47.354] | Come in Sally and sing |
| [03:56.484] | Under the stars, say no to sleep |
| [04:01.061] | |
| [04:04.124] | For those who wish to be they can free any form they love |
| [04:14.509] | Stop putting bans on poetry |
| [04:20.956] | And sweeping seasons, |
| [04:27.377] | Holding pins |
| [04:32.691] | With the weight of the world. |
| [04:39.103] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Kasson Crooker and Melissa R. Kaplan |
| [01:01.739] | Stable fortress |
| [01:05.693] | What makes the boundless stand on a pin? |
| [01:15.820] | For saturnine blue torches downed in size |
| [01:25.253] | |
| [01:31.968] | Subterranean forests |
| [01:37.229] | Move outwards by design |
| [01:42.949] | Consider |
| [01:47.819] | A diamond' s view of time |
| [01:53.100] | Can see more ways |
| [01:57.043] | |
| [01:59.928] | We' re offering a new power |
| [02:06.710] | Stop sheltering a doomed flower |
| [02:11.766] | That' s not what we' re meant to be made of |
| [02:15.824] | Swallowed Saturn under the terms of our imprisonment |
| [02:21.118] | To arrest in a new form ' till the shadow of him covered every good limit |
| [02:26.921] | No more narrow cage to gild |
| [02:33.439] | Don' t let the stable fortress come to nothing |
| [02:39.069] | |
| [02:42.866] | If you want to be |
| [02:46.288] | You can free any form you love |
| [02:52.532] | We put a ban on poetry and growing things |
| [02:58.587] | To see the seasons we' ve been sweeping |
| [03:01.940] | Under Saturn' s hair |
| [03:09.333] | We' ve been sweeping seasons |
| [03:13.466] | Asleep, |
| [03:15.423] | All the kings are out on ant hills |
| [03:19.810] | So don' t let this come to nothing |
| [03:24.918] | |
| [03:25.994] | Come taste |
| [03:30.281] | Our strong sense of will |
| [03:35.518] | All bets on the table trumping a visit with a death by inches |
| [03:42.243] | Of what a win win game of will is |
| [03:47.354] | Come in Sally and sing |
| [03:56.484] | Under the stars, say no to sleep |
| [04:01.061] | |
| [04:04.124] | For those who wish to be they can free any form they love |
| [04:14.509] | Stop putting bans on poetry |
| [04:20.956] | And sweeping seasons, |
| [04:27.377] | Holding pins |
| [04:32.691] | With the weight of the world. |
| [04:39.103] |