| 作曲 : Baizley, Baroness | |
| Save your soul | |
| It's bright with holes | |
| Rays on pinion | |
| Lay me down | |
| Our trust lies in mighty wing | |
| As we thrust ourselves into the drink | |
| Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil | |
| To drift on and work the soil | |
| Stow your gaze | |
| Away these waves | |
| Stain reflection | |
| May we drown | |
| This is our last goodbye | |
| This is our final cry | |
| This separation of bird and bone | |
| Is an introduction to tide and lung | |
| We've resigned ourselves to soar home | |
| Despite these wayward rays |
| zuo qu : Baizley, Baroness | |
| Save your soul | |
| It' s bright with holes | |
| Rays on pinion | |
| Lay me down | |
| Our trust lies in mighty wing | |
| As we thrust ourselves into the drink | |
| Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil | |
| To drift on and work the soil | |
| Stow your gaze | |
| Away these waves | |
| Stain reflection | |
| May we drown | |
| This is our last goodbye | |
| This is our final cry | |
| This separation of bird and bone | |
| Is an introduction to tide and lung | |
| We' ve resigned ourselves to soar home | |
| Despite these wayward rays |
| zuò qǔ : Baizley, Baroness | |
| Save your soul | |
| It' s bright with holes | |
| Rays on pinion | |
| Lay me down | |
| Our trust lies in mighty wing | |
| As we thrust ourselves into the drink | |
| Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil | |
| To drift on and work the soil | |
| Stow your gaze | |
| Away these waves | |
| Stain reflection | |
| May we drown | |
| This is our last goodbye | |
| This is our final cry | |
| This separation of bird and bone | |
| Is an introduction to tide and lung | |
| We' ve resigned ourselves to soar home | |
| Despite these wayward rays |