| Song | Last Lost Love Song |
| Artist | Stone Breath |
| Album | The Silver Skein Unwound |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : ? | |
| When the fog appears, and the rain draws near, | |
| and the nights curls sadly 'round your side... | |
| when the dim flame bends in the cold night wind | |
| and the shadows dance across your eyes... | |
| Listen for the first drops. Listen for my footsteps | |
| Listen for me singing at your door. Listen for the leaf's fall | |
| Listen for the owl's call. Listen for my songs to ring once more | |
| Dusty pages turn in a book, old and worn, and you'll hear me | |
| reading from that tome... A light word's breath of life, love, | |
| and death, and quiet place where the lost souls roam | |
| Listen for the broken strings. Listen for the cracked bell's ring | |
| Listen for the moon turning above. Listen to the windsong | |
| Listen to the gravesong. Listen to my last lost song of love | |
| When the fog appears and the rain draws near, | |
| you will find me singing at your side |
| zuo qu : ? | |
| When the fog appears, and the rain draws near, | |
| and the nights curls sadly ' round your side... | |
| when the dim flame bends in the cold night wind | |
| and the shadows dance across your eyes... | |
| Listen for the first drops. Listen for my footsteps | |
| Listen for me singing at your door. Listen for the leaf' s fall | |
| Listen for the owl' s call. Listen for my songs to ring once more | |
| Dusty pages turn in a book, old and worn, and you' ll hear me | |
| reading from that tome... A light word' s breath of life, love, | |
| and death, and quiet place where the lost souls roam | |
| Listen for the broken strings. Listen for the cracked bell' s ring | |
| Listen for the moon turning above. Listen to the windsong | |
| Listen to the gravesong. Listen to my last lost song of love | |
| When the fog appears and the rain draws near, | |
| you will find me singing at your side |
| zuò qǔ : ? | |
| When the fog appears, and the rain draws near, | |
| and the nights curls sadly ' round your side... | |
| when the dim flame bends in the cold night wind | |
| and the shadows dance across your eyes... | |
| Listen for the first drops. Listen for my footsteps | |
| Listen for me singing at your door. Listen for the leaf' s fall | |
| Listen for the owl' s call. Listen for my songs to ring once more | |
| Dusty pages turn in a book, old and worn, and you' ll hear me | |
| reading from that tome... A light word' s breath of life, love, | |
| and death, and quiet place where the lost souls roam | |
| Listen for the broken strings. Listen for the cracked bell' s ring | |
| Listen for the moon turning above. Listen to the windsong | |
| Listen to the gravesong. Listen to my last lost song of love | |
| When the fog appears and the rain draws near, | |
| you will find me singing at your side |