| Song | Levels of Light |
| Artist | Sleeping at Last |
| Album | Keep No Score |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| [00:40.48] | We are volcanoes, making new land, |
| [00:45.88] | Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
| [00:51.48] | Natural killers perfectly planned, |
| [00:56.99] | All is entirely out of our hands. |
| [01:11.18] | It's out of our mouths, into the ground. |
| [01:23.75] | Wake up, wake up |
| [01:28.96] | cos I think the worst is through... |
| [01:34.16] | We are surrounded by color and life |
| [01:41.55] | We don't even know it. |
| [01:43.67] | We are volcanoes, making new land, |
| [01:48.77] | Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
| [01:54.03] | Natural killers perfectly planned, |
| [01:59.49] | All is entirely out of our hands. |
| [02:23.31] | Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
| [02:32.07] | Forcing focus on light that we hold inside. |
| [02:43.76] | We are volcanoes, levels of light. |
| [02:48.97] | Bleeding an ocean of permanent life. |
| [02:54.24] | The blush of our anger could bury the sun, |
| [02:59.50] | The pulse of untamable progress has begun. |
| [03:15.94] | Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
| [03:30.27] | That brings us to life. |
| [03:34.72] | Wake up, wake up. |
| [03:40.15] | cos I think the worst is through… |
| [03:45.54] | The light that we hold must be buried - |
| [03:54.37] | Buried to bloom. |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:40.48] | We are volcanoes, making new land, |
| [00:45.88] | Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
| [00:51.48] | Natural killers perfectly planned, |
| [00:56.99] | All is entirely out of our hands. |
| [01:11.18] | It' s out of our mouths, into the ground. |
| [01:23.75] | Wake up, wake up |
| [01:28.96] | cos I think the worst is through... |
| [01:34.16] | We are surrounded by color and life |
| [01:41.55] | We don' t even know it. |
| [01:43.67] | We are volcanoes, making new land, |
| [01:48.77] | Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
| [01:54.03] | Natural killers perfectly planned, |
| [01:59.49] | All is entirely out of our hands. |
| [02:23.31] | Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
| [02:32.07] | Forcing focus on light that we hold inside. |
| [02:43.76] | We are volcanoes, levels of light. |
| [02:48.97] | Bleeding an ocean of permanent life. |
| [02:54.24] | The blush of our anger could bury the sun, |
| [02:59.50] | The pulse of untamable progress has begun. |
| [03:15.94] | Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
| [03:30.27] | That brings us to life. |
| [03:34.72] | Wake up, wake up. |
| [03:40.15] | cos I think the worst is through |
| [03:45.54] | The light that we hold must be buried |
| [03:54.37] | Buried to bloom. |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:40.48] | We are volcanoes, making new land, |
| [00:45.88] | Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
| [00:51.48] | Natural killers perfectly planned, |
| [00:56.99] | All is entirely out of our hands. |
| [01:11.18] | It' s out of our mouths, into the ground. |
| [01:23.75] | Wake up, wake up |
| [01:28.96] | cos I think the worst is through... |
| [01:34.16] | We are surrounded by color and life |
| [01:41.55] | We don' t even know it. |
| [01:43.67] | We are volcanoes, making new land, |
| [01:48.77] | Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
| [01:54.03] | Natural killers perfectly planned, |
| [01:59.49] | All is entirely out of our hands. |
| [02:23.31] | Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
| [02:32.07] | Forcing focus on light that we hold inside. |
| [02:43.76] | We are volcanoes, levels of light. |
| [02:48.97] | Bleeding an ocean of permanent life. |
| [02:54.24] | The blush of our anger could bury the sun, |
| [02:59.50] | The pulse of untamable progress has begun. |
| [03:15.94] | Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
| [03:30.27] | That brings us to life. |
| [03:34.72] | Wake up, wake up. |
| [03:40.15] | cos I think the worst is through |
| [03:45.54] | The light that we hold must be buried |
| [03:54.37] | Buried to bloom. |