| Song | Bells Aloud |
| Artist | Castanets |
| Album | First Light's Freeze |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Castanets | |
| There is no sweetness to send | |
| there is no trusting friend | |
| to fail | |
| there is no way to refend what we do | |
| to ourselves | |
| me and you | |
| Don't it get difficult | |
| There is a sea collapsed | |
| it's splitters surround | |
| there is a worn trap of time and aren't we wrestless | |
| there is the weather inside us in motion lightening | |
| over air over she | |
| don't it get dark outside | |
| You better hold me | |
| you better hold me only | |
| better hold me | |
| but there's no way of knowing | |
| there's no way to tell | |
| and aren't we deep and dangerous wells | |
| There is no true work to be done | |
| there is no sure and simple fun | |
| that we don't pay | |
| we have not been given here and we cannot earn | |
| we were not taught | |
| one thing that we could learn | |
| Outsounding bells are loud for the sake of something's ring | |
| out gathering and grabbing for the sake of giving things | |
| and we could have taken any of these roads | |
| but who knows | |
| 'bout this one we chose? | |
| And who knows, friend, how far it goes? | |
| And you better hold me closely | |
| better know me truly | |
| How this could pass right through me and back into that bleed | |
| we better know just what we need |
| zuo qu : Castanets | |
| There is no sweetness to send | |
| there is no trusting friend | |
| to fail | |
| there is no way to refend what we do | |
| to ourselves | |
| me and you | |
| Don' t it get difficult | |
| There is a sea collapsed | |
| it' s splitters surround | |
| there is a worn trap of time and aren' t we wrestless | |
| there is the weather inside us in motion lightening | |
| over air over she | |
| don' t it get dark outside | |
| You better hold me | |
| you better hold me only | |
| better hold me | |
| but there' s no way of knowing | |
| there' s no way to tell | |
| and aren' t we deep and dangerous wells | |
| There is no true work to be done | |
| there is no sure and simple fun | |
| that we don' t pay | |
| we have not been given here and we cannot earn | |
| we were not taught | |
| one thing that we could learn | |
| Outsounding bells are loud for the sake of something' s ring | |
| out gathering and grabbing for the sake of giving things | |
| and we could have taken any of these roads | |
| but who knows | |
| ' bout this one we chose? | |
| And who knows, friend, how far it goes? | |
| And you better hold me closely | |
| better know me truly | |
| How this could pass right through me and back into that bleed | |
| we better know just what we need |
| zuò qǔ : Castanets | |
| There is no sweetness to send | |
| there is no trusting friend | |
| to fail | |
| there is no way to refend what we do | |
| to ourselves | |
| me and you | |
| Don' t it get difficult | |
| There is a sea collapsed | |
| it' s splitters surround | |
| there is a worn trap of time and aren' t we wrestless | |
| there is the weather inside us in motion lightening | |
| over air over she | |
| don' t it get dark outside | |
| You better hold me | |
| you better hold me only | |
| better hold me | |
| but there' s no way of knowing | |
| there' s no way to tell | |
| and aren' t we deep and dangerous wells | |
| There is no true work to be done | |
| there is no sure and simple fun | |
| that we don' t pay | |
| we have not been given here and we cannot earn | |
| we were not taught | |
| one thing that we could learn | |
| Outsounding bells are loud for the sake of something' s ring | |
| out gathering and grabbing for the sake of giving things | |
| and we could have taken any of these roads | |
| but who knows | |
| ' bout this one we chose? | |
| And who knows, friend, how far it goes? | |
| And you better hold me closely | |
| better know me truly | |
| How this could pass right through me and back into that bleed | |
| we better know just what we need |