[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.
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作曲 : Kasson Crooker and Melissa R. Kaplan
Stable fortress
What makes the boundless stand on a pin?
For saturnine blue torches downed in size
Subterranean forests
Move outwards by design
Consider
A diamond’s view of time
Can see more ways
We’re offering a new power
Stop sheltering a doomed flower
That’s not what we’re meant to be made of
Swallowed Saturn under the terms of our imprisonment
To arrest in a new form ‘till the shadow of him covered every good limit
No more narrow cage to gild
Don’t let the stable fortress come to nothing
If you want to be
You can free any form you love
We put a ban on poetry and growing things
To see the seasons we’ve been sweeping
Under Saturn’s hair
We’ve been sweeping seasons
Asleep,
All the kings are out on ant hills
So don’t let this come to nothing
Come taste
Our strong sense of will
All bets on the table trumping a visit with a death by inches
Of what a win – win game of will is
Come in Sally and sing
Under the stars, say no to sleep
For those who wish to be they can free any form they love
Stop putting bans on poetry
And sweeping seasons,
Holding pins
With the weight of the world.