| Song | A Violent Yet Flammable World |
| Artist | Au Revoir Simone |
| Album | The Bird Of Music (Bonus Track) |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Au Revoir Simone |
| [00:31.23] | Oceans shape the sides |
| [00:37.16] | Touching down in the spaces |
| [00:44.76] | Soaking from a warm goodbye |
| [00:50.76] | An early rise offers kindly |
| [01:25.48] | Tonight I sleep to dream |
| [01:28.27] | Of a place that's calling me |
| [01:31.81] | It is always just a dream |
| [01:35.01] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
| [01:39.10] | The crowd's hard to believe |
| [01:41.79] | At their faces I'm looking |
| [01:45.30] | But your feet I'm following |
| [01:48.61] | In soft steps on a path the way you lead |
| [01:52.59] | I don't want to lose myself |
| [01:58.75] | It's a whisper |
| [02:02.13] | It's a funny thing |
| [02:06.01] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
| [02:12.31] | It's a pity to appear this way |
| [02:19.32] | You're flying when your foreign eyes |
| [02:25.70] | Trace the heights of the city |
| [02:32.68] | Steaming |
| [02:33.91] | With rocks and clouds we breathe |
| [02:35.45] | Violent skies |
| [02:36.26] | A shock to my own body |
| [02:39.08] | Speech is wild |
| [02:40.32] | Alive sacred and sounding |
| [02:42.45] | Wild |
| [02:43.45] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
| [02:47.04] | I don't want to lose myself |
| [02:53.04] | It's a whisper |
| [02:56.39] | It's a funny thing |
| [03:00.31] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
| [03:06.57] | It's a pity to appear this way |
| [03:58.60] | Hold, hold, hold on |
| [04:00.82] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
| [04:04.87] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
| [04:11.96] | Hold, hold, hold on |
| [04:14.32] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
| [04:18.20] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
| [04:28.48] | I don't want to lose myself |
| [04:29.71] | Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me |
| [04:34.75] | It's a whisper |
| [04:35.39] | It is always just a dream |
| [04:38.12] | It's a funny thing |
| [04:39.23] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
| [04:41.90] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
| [04:42.13] | With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body |
| [04:48.36] | It's a pity |
| [04:49.21] | Alive sacred and sounding |
| [04:51.60] | To appear this way |
| [04:52.35] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
| [04:53.78] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Au Revoir Simone |
| [00:31.23] | Oceans shape the sides |
| [00:37.16] | Touching down in the spaces |
| [00:44.76] | Soaking from a warm goodbye |
| [00:50.76] | An early rise offers kindly |
| [01:25.48] | Tonight I sleep to dream |
| [01:28.27] | Of a place that' s calling me |
| [01:31.81] | It is always just a dream |
| [01:35.01] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
| [01:39.10] | The crowd' s hard to believe |
| [01:41.79] | At their faces I' m looking |
| [01:45.30] | But your feet I' m following |
| [01:48.61] | In soft steps on a path the way you lead |
| [01:52.59] | I don' t want to lose myself |
| [01:58.75] | It' s a whisper |
| [02:02.13] | It' s a funny thing |
| [02:06.01] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
| [02:12.31] | It' s a pity to appear this way |
| [02:19.32] | You' re flying when your foreign eyes |
| [02:25.70] | Trace the heights of the city |
| [02:32.68] | Steaming |
| [02:33.91] | With rocks and clouds we breathe |
| [02:35.45] | Violent skies |
| [02:36.26] | A shock to my own body |
| [02:39.08] | Speech is wild |
| [02:40.32] | Alive sacred and sounding |
| [02:42.45] | Wild |
| [02:43.45] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
| [02:47.04] | I don' t want to lose myself |
| [02:53.04] | It' s a whisper |
| [02:56.39] | It' s a funny thing |
| [03:00.31] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
| [03:06.57] | It' s a pity to appear this way |
| [03:58.60] | Hold, hold, hold on |
| [04:00.82] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
| [04:04.87] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
| [04:11.96] | Hold, hold, hold on |
| [04:14.32] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
| [04:18.20] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
| [04:28.48] | I don' t want to lose myself |
| [04:29.71] | Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that' s calling me |
| [04:34.75] | It' s a whisper |
| [04:35.39] | It is always just a dream |
| [04:38.12] | It' s a funny thing |
| [04:39.23] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
| [04:41.90] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
| [04:42.13] | With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body |
| [04:48.36] | It' s a pity |
| [04:49.21] | Alive sacred and sounding |
| [04:51.60] | To appear this way |
| [04:52.35] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
| [04:53.78] |