| Song | Secret Sun |
| Artist | Invent, Animate |
| Album | Greyview |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:30.023] | Words fall short to make blood run red |
| [00:33.229] | The blank page and the heart that beats dead |
| [00:37.214] | Resuscitating useless dead ends |
| [00:41.045] | Letters from a prison cell bleed black |
| [00:44.613] | Darkness illustrated, empty inside |
| [00:46.431] | |
| [00:49.723] | Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back? |
| [00:53.462] | Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last? |
| [00:58.280] | Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home |
| [01:03.196] | I am truly alone |
| [01:04.095] | |
| [01:05.932] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [01:09.560] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [01:13.809] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [01:17.874] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [01:20.256] | |
| [01:21.835] | Flatlines draw an attempt to color us right back together |
| [01:29.175] | Nooses tying up loose ends like stories that were never penned |
| [01:35.758] | Resuscitating useless dead ends |
| [01:45.244] | Bleed Black |
| [01:45.872] | |
| [01:54.905] | My heart has hardened to stone |
| [02:02.840] | I believe I am truly alone |
| [02:06.959] | |
| [02:28.141] | Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back? |
| [02:31.140] | Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last? |
| [02:35.886] | Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home |
| [02:39.553] | I am truly alone |
| [02:40.434] | |
| [02:43.555] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [02:47.154] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [02:51.419] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [02:55.519] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [02:59.870] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [03:03.518] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [03:07.734] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [03:12.205] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [03:14.133] | |
| [03:17.248] | 混音师 : Ryan Len Johnson |
| [03:18.248] | 母带工程师 : Christopher Ridley |
| [00:30.023] | Words fall short to make blood run red |
| [00:33.229] | The blank page and the heart that beats dead |
| [00:37.214] | Resuscitating useless dead ends |
| [00:41.045] | Letters from a prison cell bleed black |
| [00:44.613] | Darkness illustrated, empty inside |
| [00:46.431] | |
| [00:49.723] | Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back? |
| [00:53.462] | Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last? |
| [00:58.280] | Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home |
| [01:03.196] | I am truly alone |
| [01:04.095] | |
| [01:05.932] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [01:09.560] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [01:13.809] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [01:17.874] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [01:20.256] | |
| [01:21.835] | Flatlines draw an attempt to color us right back together |
| [01:29.175] | Nooses tying up loose ends like stories that were never penned |
| [01:35.758] | Resuscitating useless dead ends |
| [01:45.244] | Bleed Black |
| [01:45.872] | |
| [01:54.905] | My heart has hardened to stone |
| [02:02.840] | I believe I am truly alone |
| [02:06.959] | |
| [02:28.141] | Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back? |
| [02:31.140] | Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last? |
| [02:35.886] | Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home |
| [02:39.553] | I am truly alone |
| [02:40.434] | |
| [02:43.555] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [02:47.154] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [02:51.419] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [02:55.519] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [02:59.870] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [03:03.518] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [03:07.734] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [03:12.205] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [03:14.133] | |
| [03:17.248] | hun yin shi : Ryan Len Johnson |
| [03:18.248] | mu dai gong cheng shi : Christopher Ridley |
| [00:30.023] | Words fall short to make blood run red |
| [00:33.229] | The blank page and the heart that beats dead |
| [00:37.214] | Resuscitating useless dead ends |
| [00:41.045] | Letters from a prison cell bleed black |
| [00:44.613] | Darkness illustrated, empty inside |
| [00:46.431] | |
| [00:49.723] | Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back? |
| [00:53.462] | Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last? |
| [00:58.280] | Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home |
| [01:03.196] | I am truly alone |
| [01:04.095] | |
| [01:05.932] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [01:09.560] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [01:13.809] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [01:17.874] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [01:20.256] | |
| [01:21.835] | Flatlines draw an attempt to color us right back together |
| [01:29.175] | Nooses tying up loose ends like stories that were never penned |
| [01:35.758] | Resuscitating useless dead ends |
| [01:45.244] | Bleed Black |
| [01:45.872] | |
| [01:54.905] | My heart has hardened to stone |
| [02:02.840] | I believe I am truly alone |
| [02:06.959] | |
| [02:28.141] | Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back? |
| [02:31.140] | Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last? |
| [02:35.886] | Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home |
| [02:39.553] | I am truly alone |
| [02:40.434] | |
| [02:43.555] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [02:47.154] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [02:51.419] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [02:55.519] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [02:59.870] | Are there ears to hear me |
| [03:03.518] | Crying out in the dark? |
| [03:07.734] | Is there a hand to pull me |
| [03:12.205] | Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |
| [03:14.133] | |
| [03:17.248] | hùn yīn shī : Ryan Len Johnson |
| [03:18.248] | mǔ dài gōng chéng shī : Christopher Ridley |