[ti:]Careful hands [ar:]Sleeping At Last [al:]欧美抒情 [00:00.00] [00:04.77]Put your coat on, this city trembles. [00:09.09]Keep your chin up, as you untangle God [00:19.04]From cold blood and bruises. [00:27.81]We are X-rays of something broken. [00:36.26]Cursive bloodlines write every forecast: [00:46.77]An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender. [00:56.06]When our color dies, [01:05.65]We will bury the ashes of time, [01:15.97]And we will earn new eyes. [01:23.10]Wrists get tired rewriting futures. [01:32.79]Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit. [01:40.84]We are creatures of habit. [01:48.54]Only with careful hands [02:02.33]We’ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures. [02:08.88]Only with careful hands [02:15.09]We’ll divide the prisoner [02:27.51]From the pioneer. [02:31.57]Clever beauty, [02:40.86]Umbrellas folding. [02:44.62]In architecture, our lines will measure [02:49.65]A map to find us. [02:53.86]Blue ink will guide us home. [02:56.79]Cranes are creeping, lifting metal, [03:07.81]We will find new ways to settle, [03:10.11]Tipping scales from the killer to its prey. [03:16.21]I can feel the weight around us, [03:21.53]Climbing every rib inside us, [03:25.38]A sanctuary in a lion’s mouth