| Song | Sacred Music |
| Artist | Trembling Blue Stars |
| Album | The Last Holy Writer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wratten | |
| Carry me away | |
| Sacred music | |
| Touch and unchain | |
| A wish to defy | |
| Gravity | |
| To slip away | |
| From the mundane | |
| Golden light | |
| From a window high | |
| A building for the longing | |
| Moved by the beauty | |
| But the need stays unattended | |
| No balm to leave you mended | |
| No balm to leave you mended | |
| Sometimes I sense a secret | |
| About to be revealed | |
| Is it just a trick of silence | |
| A slight of hand | |
| A skill? | |
| Desirous of | |
| Something more | |
| A prayer for something precious(something sacrosanct) | |
| Reaching and searching | |
| For something beyond | |
| All that I recoil from | |
| I sense a force at work | |
| Is it goodness? | |
| Is it nature? | |
| It tugs my heart | |
| Fills my thoughts | |
| And never leaves an answer | |
| And never leaves an answer |
| zuo ci : Wratten | |
| Carry me away | |
| Sacred music | |
| Touch and unchain | |
| A wish to defy | |
| Gravity | |
| To slip away | |
| From the mundane | |
| Golden light | |
| From a window high | |
| A building for the longing | |
| Moved by the beauty | |
| But the need stays unattended | |
| No balm to leave you mended | |
| No balm to leave you mended | |
| Sometimes I sense a secret | |
| About to be revealed | |
| Is it just a trick of silence | |
| A slight of hand | |
| A skill? | |
| Desirous of | |
| Something more | |
| A prayer for something precious something sacrosanct | |
| Reaching and searching | |
| For something beyond | |
| All that I recoil from | |
| I sense a force at work | |
| Is it goodness? | |
| Is it nature? | |
| It tugs my heart | |
| Fills my thoughts | |
| And never leaves an answer | |
| And never leaves an answer |
| zuò cí : Wratten | |
| Carry me away | |
| Sacred music | |
| Touch and unchain | |
| A wish to defy | |
| Gravity | |
| To slip away | |
| From the mundane | |
| Golden light | |
| From a window high | |
| A building for the longing | |
| Moved by the beauty | |
| But the need stays unattended | |
| No balm to leave you mended | |
| No balm to leave you mended | |
| Sometimes I sense a secret | |
| About to be revealed | |
| Is it just a trick of silence | |
| A slight of hand | |
| A skill? | |
| Desirous of | |
| Something more | |
| A prayer for something precious something sacrosanct | |
| Reaching and searching | |
| For something beyond | |
| All that I recoil from | |
| I sense a force at work | |
| Is it goodness? | |
| Is it nature? | |
| It tugs my heart | |
| Fills my thoughts | |
| And never leaves an answer | |
| And never leaves an answer |