| Song | Raising the Sparks |
| Artist | Akron/Family |
| Album | Akron/Family & Angels of Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |