| Song | Infamous Love Song |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | The Long Surrende |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I sing | |
| The bebop apocalypse | |
| Lean into you | |
| God's hands on my hips | |
| Grip the midnight microphone | |
| Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
| I wrestle my angel | |
| In smoky stage lights | |
| Climb Jacob's ladder | |
| Two thousand more flights | |
| Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five— | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| We were born in the dirt | |
| On our hands and knees | |
| But started out climbing | |
| Deciduous trees | |
| We learned to sway | |
| Ridiculously high | |
| Hungry to taste | |
| Mouthfuls of sky | |
| Now I bring all our secrets | |
| To show and tell | |
| How we dragged each other | |
| Through heaven and hell | |
| It's our smoking gun | |
| But hey, we're still alive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| Your third-story windows | |
| On thirteenth and Main | |
| Still glow with an eerie | |
| Mysterious flame | |
| Where we learned to slow dance | |
| By dawn's early light | |
| And tried to be tender | |
| With all of our might | |
| And just down the street | |
| At the Milner Hotel | |
| Rosie's sloppin' the hogs | |
| And the infidels | |
| They all went out of business | |
| When the market took a dive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| There's nights when I mostly | |
| Just feel like a thief | |
| With a prized possession | |
| A gleeful belief | |
| That love's both a joke | |
| And a serious matter | |
| You don't quite know your muse | |
| But you know when you've had her | |
| When I first saw your face yeah | |
| It hurt you to smile | |
| Your lips tasted like tears | |
| I could kiss them for miles | |
| On a midnight train— | |
| May it never arrive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| There's days when we lose | |
| Our appetite | |
| And days when we're bruised | |
| And losing the fight | |
| Of a lifetime, days | |
| When we're looking inside | |
| Wondering if | |
| We're half dead or alive | |
| But the slow honey drip | |
| Of those young nights long gone— | |
| The memory's a friendly whip | |
| Urging us on | |
| My mouth on your lips | |
| Is just trying to revive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| This love's the affirmation | |
| Of everything good | |
| The oxygen coursing | |
| Through the blood | |
| The feel of being understood | |
| The belief that, Oh Yes, | |
| Somehow we could | |
| And the milkyway looks | |
| Like a flimsy blouse | |
| But now we're gentrified | |
| In our civil war house | |
| Safe as a painting | |
| By Currier and Ives | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| So I still sing | |
| The bebop apocalypse | |
| Lean into you | |
| God's hands on my hips | |
| Grip the midnight microphone | |
| Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
| I still wrestle my angel | |
| In smoky stage lights | |
| Climb Jacob's ladder | |
| Two thousand more flights | |
| C'mon St. Valentine, how 'bout a high five— | |
| Baby our love song must survive |
| I sing | |
| The bebop apocalypse | |
| Lean into you | |
| God' s hands on my hips | |
| Grip the midnight microphone | |
| Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
| I wrestle my angel | |
| In smoky stage lights | |
| Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
| Two thousand more flights | |
| Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| We were born in the dirt | |
| On our hands and knees | |
| But started out climbing | |
| Deciduous trees | |
| We learned to sway | |
| Ridiculously high | |
| Hungry to taste | |
| Mouthfuls of sky | |
| Now I bring all our secrets | |
| To show and tell | |
| How we dragged each other | |
| Through heaven and hell | |
| It' s our smoking gun | |
| But hey, we' re still alive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| Your thirdstory windows | |
| On thirteenth and Main | |
| Still glow with an eerie | |
| Mysterious flame | |
| Where we learned to slow dance | |
| By dawn' s early light | |
| And tried to be tender | |
| With all of our might | |
| And just down the street | |
| At the Milner Hotel | |
| Rosie' s sloppin' the hogs | |
| And the infidels | |
| They all went out of business | |
| When the market took a dive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| There' s nights when I mostly | |
| Just feel like a thief | |
| With a prized possession | |
| A gleeful belief | |
| That love' s both a joke | |
| And a serious matter | |
| You don' t quite know your muse | |
| But you know when you' ve had her | |
| When I first saw your face yeah | |
| It hurt you to smile | |
| Your lips tasted like tears | |
| I could kiss them for miles | |
| On a midnight train | |
| May it never arrive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| There' s days when we lose | |
| Our appetite | |
| And days when we' re bruised | |
| And losing the fight | |
| Of a lifetime, days | |
| When we' re looking inside | |
| Wondering if | |
| We' re half dead or alive | |
| But the slow honey drip | |
| Of those young nights long gone | |
| The memory' s a friendly whip | |
| Urging us on | |
| My mouth on your lips | |
| Is just trying to revive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| This love' s the affirmation | |
| Of everything good | |
| The oxygen coursing | |
| Through the blood | |
| The feel of being understood | |
| The belief that, Oh Yes, | |
| Somehow we could | |
| And the milkyway looks | |
| Like a flimsy blouse | |
| But now we' re gentrified | |
| In our civil war house | |
| Safe as a painting | |
| By Currier and Ives | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| So I still sing | |
| The bebop apocalypse | |
| Lean into you | |
| God' s hands on my hips | |
| Grip the midnight microphone | |
| Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
| I still wrestle my angel | |
| In smoky stage lights | |
| Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
| Two thousand more flights | |
| C' mon St. Valentine, how ' bout a high five | |
| Baby our love song must survive |
| I sing | |
| The bebop apocalypse | |
| Lean into you | |
| God' s hands on my hips | |
| Grip the midnight microphone | |
| Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
| I wrestle my angel | |
| In smoky stage lights | |
| Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
| Two thousand more flights | |
| Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| We were born in the dirt | |
| On our hands and knees | |
| But started out climbing | |
| Deciduous trees | |
| We learned to sway | |
| Ridiculously high | |
| Hungry to taste | |
| Mouthfuls of sky | |
| Now I bring all our secrets | |
| To show and tell | |
| How we dragged each other | |
| Through heaven and hell | |
| It' s our smoking gun | |
| But hey, we' re still alive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| Your thirdstory windows | |
| On thirteenth and Main | |
| Still glow with an eerie | |
| Mysterious flame | |
| Where we learned to slow dance | |
| By dawn' s early light | |
| And tried to be tender | |
| With all of our might | |
| And just down the street | |
| At the Milner Hotel | |
| Rosie' s sloppin' the hogs | |
| And the infidels | |
| They all went out of business | |
| When the market took a dive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| There' s nights when I mostly | |
| Just feel like a thief | |
| With a prized possession | |
| A gleeful belief | |
| That love' s both a joke | |
| And a serious matter | |
| You don' t quite know your muse | |
| But you know when you' ve had her | |
| When I first saw your face yeah | |
| It hurt you to smile | |
| Your lips tasted like tears | |
| I could kiss them for miles | |
| On a midnight train | |
| May it never arrive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| There' s days when we lose | |
| Our appetite | |
| And days when we' re bruised | |
| And losing the fight | |
| Of a lifetime, days | |
| When we' re looking inside | |
| Wondering if | |
| We' re half dead or alive | |
| But the slow honey drip | |
| Of those young nights long gone | |
| The memory' s a friendly whip | |
| Urging us on | |
| My mouth on your lips | |
| Is just trying to revive | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| This love' s the affirmation | |
| Of everything good | |
| The oxygen coursing | |
| Through the blood | |
| The feel of being understood | |
| The belief that, Oh Yes, | |
| Somehow we could | |
| And the milkyway looks | |
| Like a flimsy blouse | |
| But now we' re gentrified | |
| In our civil war house | |
| Safe as a painting | |
| By Currier and Ives | |
| Baby our love song must survive | |
| So I still sing | |
| The bebop apocalypse | |
| Lean into you | |
| God' s hands on my hips | |
| Grip the midnight microphone | |
| Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
| I still wrestle my angel | |
| In smoky stage lights | |
| Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
| Two thousand more flights | |
| C' mon St. Valentine, how ' bout a high five | |
| Baby our love song must survive |