Raising the Sparks 歌词

	作曲 : Akron-Family
	Sadly we grieved
	As the groom lost his tongue
	And began to unfold all his questions.
	From a place near his heart
	Where his ribs caged a spark
	That was lighting enlightening burdens.
	Crowds gathered round
	Fathers lost, sons had found
	What the bachelors of old all were missing.
	And a glimpsed image spoke,
	Faded fast, made of smoke
	It could barely be heard, such a murmur.
	Such a sight never seen
	Like the thousands of dreams
	That you've 'wakened to never remember.
	And a residue left
	Right through day into night
	Lighting up enough space to be empty.
	We thought we found
	The source of the sound
	But illusions are made of such thinking.
	We lost, we found ourselves
	Back on the ground,
	Holding the walls of our bedrooms to
	Raise the sparks.

	zuo qu : AkronFamily
	Sadly we grieved
	As the groom lost his tongue
	And began to unfold all his questions.
	From a place near his heart
	Where his ribs caged a spark
	That was lighting enlightening burdens.
	Crowds gathered round
	Fathers lost, sons had found
	What the bachelors of old all were missing.
	And a glimpsed image spoke,
	Faded fast, made of smoke
	It could barely be heard, such a murmur.
	Such a sight never seen
	Like the thousands of dreams
	That you' ve ' wakened to never remember.
	And a residue left
	Right through day into night
	Lighting up enough space to be empty.
	We thought we found
	The source of the sound
	But illusions are made of such thinking.
	We lost, we found ourselves
	Back on the ground,
	Holding the walls of our bedrooms to
	Raise the sparks.

	zuò qǔ : AkronFamily
	Sadly we grieved
	As the groom lost his tongue
	And began to unfold all his questions.
	From a place near his heart
	Where his ribs caged a spark
	That was lighting enlightening burdens.
	Crowds gathered round
	Fathers lost, sons had found
	What the bachelors of old all were missing.
	And a glimpsed image spoke,
	Faded fast, made of smoke
	It could barely be heard, such a murmur.
	Such a sight never seen
	Like the thousands of dreams
	That you' ve ' wakened to never remember.
	And a residue left
	Right through day into night
	Lighting up enough space to be empty.
	We thought we found
	The source of the sound
	But illusions are made of such thinking.
	We lost, we found ourselves
	Back on the ground,
	Holding the walls of our bedrooms to
	Raise the sparks.

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