| Song | Things That Make the Morning |
| Artist | The Little Flames |
| Album | Goodbye Little Rose |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fragile you, | |
| Blind and grey, | |
| Showed up once | |
| Then hid away. | |
| Saw the sun, | |
| Saw the sky, | |
| And how the sunlight | |
| Burned your eyes. | |
| Fled from the day, | |
| Hiding away. | |
| Dig so deep, | |
| Bury all | |
| The things that make | |
| The morning call. | |
| All the same | |
| Day will break, | |
| And you deny | |
| The sky you crave. | |
| Your walls are so high | |
| To block out the sky |