| Song | Number |
| Artist | Unpersons |
| Album | A Grey Sigh in a Flower Husk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I can't see nothin' | |
| But a sphere | |
| And the children are all | |
| Filled with straw. | |
| Filled with chaff. | |
| (i'm flow er ing with the grains) | |
| I fear | |
| A dagger you | |
| Struck me | |
| Coming slightly. | |
| Whispers | |
| I lapped milk from her | |
| The inside of her elbows | |
| Like a cat | |
| Softly struck me. | |
| I go out staggering, after midnight | |
| Just hopin' | |
| The dark wind whispers down dark hallways | |
| To me | |
| To me I fear | |
| Well, that's just my way | |
| Of sayin' | |
| Daggers. | |
| The salt from the inside of her wrists | |
| Weeping beams | |
| Hold up the moonlight | |
| Out in the moonlight keep me staggerin' | |
| Hold me up | |
| Sdaggerin' across a long black nothing. | |
| I fear a sphere | |
| Dagger | |
| You |
| I can' t see nothin' | |
| But a sphere | |
| And the children are all | |
| Filled with straw. | |
| Filled with chaff. | |
| i' m flow er ing with the grains | |
| I fear | |
| A dagger you | |
| Struck me | |
| Coming slightly. | |
| Whispers | |
| I lapped milk from her | |
| The inside of her elbows | |
| Like a cat | |
| Softly struck me. | |
| I go out staggering, after midnight | |
| Just hopin' | |
| The dark wind whispers down dark hallways | |
| To me | |
| To me I fear | |
| Well, that' s just my way | |
| Of sayin' | |
| Daggers. | |
| The salt from the inside of her wrists | |
| Weeping beams | |
| Hold up the moonlight | |
| Out in the moonlight keep me staggerin' | |
| Hold me up | |
| Sdaggerin' across a long black nothing. | |
| I fear a sphere | |
| Dagger | |
| You |
| I can' t see nothin' | |
| But a sphere | |
| And the children are all | |
| Filled with straw. | |
| Filled with chaff. | |
| i' m flow er ing with the grains | |
| I fear | |
| A dagger you | |
| Struck me | |
| Coming slightly. | |
| Whispers | |
| I lapped milk from her | |
| The inside of her elbows | |
| Like a cat | |
| Softly struck me. | |
| I go out staggering, after midnight | |
| Just hopin' | |
| The dark wind whispers down dark hallways | |
| To me | |
| To me I fear | |
| Well, that' s just my way | |
| Of sayin' | |
| Daggers. | |
| The salt from the inside of her wrists | |
| Weeping beams | |
| Hold up the moonlight | |
| Out in the moonlight keep me staggerin' | |
| Hold me up | |
| Sdaggerin' across a long black nothing. | |
| I fear a sphere | |
| Dagger | |
| You |