[00:30.023]Words fall short to make blood run red
[00:33.229]The blank page and the heart that beats dead
[00:37.214]Resuscitating useless dead ends
[00:41.045]Letters from a prison cell bleed black
[00:44.613]Darkness illustrated, empty inside
[00:46.431]
[00:49.723]Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?
[00:53.462]Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?
[00:58.280]Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home
[01:03.196]I am truly alone
[01:04.095]
[01:05.932]Are there ears to hear me
[01:09.560]Crying out in the dark?
[01:13.809]Is there a hand to pull me
[01:17.874]Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
[01:20.256]
[01:21.835]Flatlines draw an attempt to color us right back together
[01:29.175]Nooses tying up loose ends like stories that were never penned
[01:35.758]Resuscitating useless dead ends
[01:45.244]Bleed Black
[01:45.872]
[01:54.905]My heart has hardened to stone
[02:02.840]I believe I am truly alone
[02:06.959]
[02:28.141]Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?
[02:31.140]Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?
[02:35.886]Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home
[02:39.553]I am truly alone
[02:40.434]
[02:43.555]Are there ears to hear me
[02:47.154]Crying out in the dark?
[02:51.419]Is there a hand to pull me
[02:55.519]Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
[02:59.870]Are there ears to hear me
[03:03.518]Crying out in the dark?
[03:07.734]Is there a hand to pull me
[03:12.205]Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
[03:14.133]
[03:17.248] 混音师 : Ryan Len Johnson
[03:18.248] 母带工程师 : Christopher Ridley