| Song | Sense and Grief |
| Artist | Lilium |
| Album | Short Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Collections yes, | |
| You're a dutiful horse | |
| Made cluttered by | |
| My feathered course | |
| Anywhere, any room | |
| Windows I've been crawling through | |
| Threw your arms | |
| Saw you shake your hands | |
| Gestures and broken English | |
| Yeah, I understand. | |
| Lying down in sense and grief | |
| Inventiveness | |
| Like buying something sweet | |
| Born to nurse, quip and stick | |
| To what you say | |
| Spinning thread to what I said | |
| Yesterday | |
| Anywhere, any room | |
| Tell me something I can use |