| Song | Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings |
| Artist | Funeral for a Friend |
| Album | Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation |
| 作曲 : Funeral For A Friend | |
| As the sun sets on battlefields | |
| I hope you can save me | |
| I hope you can save our wounded hearts | |
| And distance (creation) | |
| makes my heart (eternity) | |
| grow colder (enough for this to end) | |
| And distance (creation) | |
| makes my heart (eternity) | |
| seem older (for you) | |
| Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
| from your lungs | |
| As the sun sets (we push and pull apart) | |
| On battlefields (enough for this to end) | |
| I hope you can save me (from ourselves) | |
| I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
| Denial (forever) | |
| in the arms of (we're stuck in here) | |
| our saviours (enough for this to end) | |
| And my heart (falls open) | |
| is torn (wide open) | |
| to pieces (for you) | |
| Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
| from your lungs | |
| As the sun sets (we push and pull apart) | |
| On battlefields (enough for this to end) | |
| I hope you can save me (from ourselves) | |
| I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
| And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
| In the middle they would meet | |
| And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
| In the middle they would meet | |
| As the sun sets | |
| As the sun sets | |
| As the sun sets |
| zuò qǔ : Funeral For A Friend | |
| As the sun sets on battlefields | |
| I hope you can save me | |
| I hope you can save our wounded hearts | |
| And distance creation | |
| makes my heart eternity | |
| grow colder enough for this to end | |
| And distance creation | |
| makes my heart eternity | |
| seem older for you | |
| Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
| from your lungs | |
| As the sun sets we push and pull apart | |
| On battlefields enough for this to end | |
| I hope you can save me from ourselves | |
| I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
| Denial forever | |
| in the arms of we' re stuck in here | |
| our saviours enough for this to end | |
| And my heart falls open | |
| is torn wide open | |
| to pieces for you | |
| Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
| from your lungs | |
| As the sun sets we push and pull apart | |
| On battlefields enough for this to end | |
| I hope you can save me from ourselves | |
| I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
| And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
| In the middle they would meet | |
| And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
| In the middle they would meet | |
| As the sun sets | |
| As the sun sets | |
| As the sun sets |