| Song | Sparks Might Fly |
| Artist | Mary Black |
| Album | By the Time It Gets Dark |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brazil | |
| I cannot stop this child from touching me | |
| I see not fault in watching her bloom | |
| She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly | |
| Yet i feel she may be consumed. | |
| She done turns on the b stage | |
| She shook hands when the shoe fit | |
| I wanna know how the land lies | |
| I'll let you in on a secret. | |
| I did not steal away when love rode by | |
| I did not let myself be unkind | |
| It's so heard to say where love meets lust | |
| I often think i'm losing my mind. | |
| I trade notes with the press league | |
| They send back their suggestions | |
| I wanna know where i come from | |
| But all i get are directions. | |
| Chorus | |
| I can't get started, can't get pain | |
| What's wrong? | |
| Big ideas, the find intentions | |
| They're all gone | |
| It takes two flagons of courage | |
| Pounds, shillings and pence | |
| You wind up going nowhere | |
| It doesn't make sense. | |
| I see my brother's face grow dark with care | |
| I spend my time avoiding his gaze | |
| I pray that god might make his dreams come true | |
| I'd give so much to feel he's been saved. | |
| A bright spark in the playground | |
| Dead loss as an anchor | |
| You don't call him a misfit | |
| He's just stuck for an answer. | |
| Chorus (2) |
| zuo ci : Brazil | |
| I cannot stop this child from touching me | |
| I see not fault in watching her bloom | |
| She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly | |
| Yet i feel she may be consumed. | |
| She done turns on the b stage | |
| She shook hands when the shoe fit | |
| I wanna know how the land lies | |
| I' ll let you in on a secret. | |
| I did not steal away when love rode by | |
| I did not let myself be unkind | |
| It' s so heard to say where love meets lust | |
| I often think i' m losing my mind. | |
| I trade notes with the press league | |
| They send back their suggestions | |
| I wanna know where i come from | |
| But all i get are directions. | |
| Chorus | |
| I can' t get started, can' t get pain | |
| What' s wrong? | |
| Big ideas, the find intentions | |
| They' re all gone | |
| It takes two flagons of courage | |
| Pounds, shillings and pence | |
| You wind up going nowhere | |
| It doesn' t make sense. | |
| I see my brother' s face grow dark with care | |
| I spend my time avoiding his gaze | |
| I pray that god might make his dreams come true | |
| I' d give so much to feel he' s been saved. | |
| A bright spark in the playground | |
| Dead loss as an anchor | |
| You don' t call him a misfit | |
| He' s just stuck for an answer. | |
| Chorus 2 |
| zuò cí : Brazil | |
| I cannot stop this child from touching me | |
| I see not fault in watching her bloom | |
| She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly | |
| Yet i feel she may be consumed. | |
| She done turns on the b stage | |
| She shook hands when the shoe fit | |
| I wanna know how the land lies | |
| I' ll let you in on a secret. | |
| I did not steal away when love rode by | |
| I did not let myself be unkind | |
| It' s so heard to say where love meets lust | |
| I often think i' m losing my mind. | |
| I trade notes with the press league | |
| They send back their suggestions | |
| I wanna know where i come from | |
| But all i get are directions. | |
| Chorus | |
| I can' t get started, can' t get pain | |
| What' s wrong? | |
| Big ideas, the find intentions | |
| They' re all gone | |
| It takes two flagons of courage | |
| Pounds, shillings and pence | |
| You wind up going nowhere | |
| It doesn' t make sense. | |
| I see my brother' s face grow dark with care | |
| I spend my time avoiding his gaze | |
| I pray that god might make his dreams come true | |
| I' d give so much to feel he' s been saved. | |
| A bright spark in the playground | |
| Dead loss as an anchor | |
| You don' t call him a misfit | |
| He' s just stuck for an answer. | |
| Chorus 2 |