LRC歌词
[05:26.00]Words on the tip of finger
[05:26.00]Spread across medium-sliced lines
[05:26.00]Sentences hover and linger
[05:26.00]Freed from the reason that binds
[05:26.00]Gathering leaves, scattering seeds
[05:26.00]Hoping that you will find
[05:26.00]The flowers that punctuate freedom
[05:26.00]The seconds that syncopate time
[05:26.00]
[05:26.00]To the scream
[05:26.00]Of a life-support failing
[05:26.00]Comes the beat
[05:26.00]Of a hand on a heart
[05:26.00]And the piercing
[05:26.00]Shrill of death wailing
[05:26.00]Comes to a halt with a start
[05:26.00]There on the screen
[05:26.00]Who'd have believed
[05:26.00]Life could imitate art
[05:26.00]But I swear it's your
[05:26.00]Handwriting in red neon
[05:26.00]There on the life-support chart
[05:26.00]
[05:26.00]The blinds that are closed
[05:26.00]Against morning
[05:26.00]Glow like the lines on a page
[05:26.00]Postponing eventual dawning
[05:26.00]Of the sun in a violent rage
[05:26.00]Touching the blind
[05:26.00]Disturbing lines
[05:26.00]Hoping that you will find
[05:26.00]The flowers that punctuate freedom
[05:26.00]The seconds that syncopate time
文本歌词
Words on the tip of finger
Spread across medium-sliced lines
Sentences hover and linger
Freed from the reason that binds
Gathering leaves, scattering seeds
Hoping that you will find
The flowers that punctuate freedom
The seconds that syncopate time
To the scream
Of a life-support failing
Comes the beat
Of a hand on a heart
And the piercing
Shrill of death wailing
Comes to a halt with a start
There on the screen
Who'd have believed
Life could imitate art
But I swear it's your
Handwriting in red neon
There on the life-support chart
The blinds that are closed
Against morning
Glow like the lines on a page
Postponing eventual dawning
Of the sun in a violent rage
Touching the blind
Disturbing lines
Hoping that you will find
The flowers that punctuate freedom
The seconds that syncopate time
