| Song | The Bride |
| Artist | Dirty Projectors |
| Album | Bitte Orca |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| an anonymous bouquet | |
| raised a longing in the bride | |
| beckoning everyone in for the good news that | |
| no one has any good reason to live | |
| tears of laughter did pervade | |
| your ambivalent behavior | |
| where was your diamond engaged but an instinct | |
| could be written over like a page | |
| in a dead book, yeah | |
| whose cascading empathy | |
| could really reach beyond tomorrow | |
| and when the tear ducts dry up | |
| when the clarion calls | |
| will be anyone listening at all |