| Song | The Gleam |
| Artist | The Microphones |
| Album | It Was Hot We Stayed in the Water |
| quiet beach/soaked through and through | |
| feel on my waist your wet hand | |
| surprised we both survived | |
| later, our burning bodies made a glow | |
| and we rose as smoke/and then as a puff of ash | |
| we drifted out over the sea where it hurts to much to look/it hurts to try and see | |
| at that point we could just step into the gleam | |
| (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwweeeeeeeessss) |