作词 : Qim Isle
作曲 : 郑在型
And this is where it makes everything vibrant now You know what I'm saying?
And this is where it makes everything vibrant now You know what I'm saying?
Vibe for the amended
Hymn for the saved are marks in a sentence
The dance of phrase or cracks in the space
I heave on the cravings
Trudge on tracing from a second pair of eyes
It might've looked like dances
As I stutter my steps into a word
A word for the bass, here goes boom
That's when it all opened up
The stillness of the view
The passing of the waters that ends in a bursting spume
The hissing of the air that sounds just like 4-all count hi-hat rhythm
To speak or to be quiet was equally an effort
As I tried to speak old languages of love
How does laughter feel ‘fore it felt cold as steel but now it's different
Now it's all of the living
It's ever so vibrant, o how it heals
You portrait life into words
I don't feel left, though I'm tourist
You utter the words into movements
I hear it dance, see it moving
I feel the feet of the drums clicking in air
Sometimes poetry scrubs surface like the waves breaking
Come sweep me off my feet, the sweetest act of slow-pacing
I don't want to miss
I just want to watch it all happen
Dance of phrase, choreography
Poetry in motion, curious proportion
Oddly a notion true love will always speak
To speak, to be in silence is equally an effort
Trying to speak new languages of love, come break the still
[00:00.000] 作词 : Qim Isle
[00:00.354] 作曲 : 郑在型
[00:00.709] And this is where it makes everything vibrant now You know what I'm saying?
[02:42.241] And this is where it makes everything vibrant now You know what I'm saying?
[02:46.695] Vibe for the amended
[02:47.826] Hymn for the saved are marks in a sentence
[02:49.765] The dance of phrase or cracks in the space
[02:52.116] I heave on the cravings
[02:53.055] Trudge on tracing from a second pair of eyes
[02:55.676] It might've looked like dances
[02:57.332] As I stutter my steps into a word
[02:59.559] A word for the bass, here goes boom
[03:01.989] That's when it all opened up
[03:03.280] The stillness of the view
[03:04.739] The passing of the waters that ends in a bursting spume
[03:08.250] The hissing of the air that sounds just like 4-all count hi-hat rhythm
[03:26.366] To speak or to be quiet was equally an effort
[03:29.426] As I tried to speak old languages of love
[03:31.918] How does laughter feel ‘fore it felt cold as steel but now it's different
[03:35.775] Now it's all of the living
[03:37.178] It's ever so vibrant, o how it heals
[03:39.557] You portrait life into words
[03:41.344] I don't feel left, though I'm tourist
[03:42.934] You utter the words into movements
[03:44.449] I hear it dance, see it moving
[03:46.132] I feel the feet of the drums clicking in air
[03:48.554] Sometimes poetry scrubs surface like the waves breaking
[03:51.633] Come sweep me off my feet, the sweetest act of slow-pacing
[03:54.913] I don't want to miss
[03:56.410] I just want to watch it all happen
[03:58.225] Dance of phrase, choreography
[04:00.456] Poetry in motion, curious proportion
[04:02.550] Oddly a notion true love will always speak
[04:05.259] To speak, to be in silence is equally an effort
[04:08.310] Trying to speak new languages of love, come break the still