| Song | Return To Clocktower Lodge |
| Artist | Sad Lovers and Giants |
| Album | The Mirror Test |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Old leaden spires | |
| Holding back the beast | |
| Trapped in this place | |
| I just stand and stare | |
| Ghost of the shires | |
| Singing songs to me | |
| With feline grace | |
| Choking my despair | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Lost in a maze | |
| It was just a game | |
| We burnt it down | |
| The ashes cloud our tears | |
| Late summer days | |
| Tracing chance remains | |
| That haunt these grounds | |
| Let’s steal another year | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| I can talk of my towering sense | |
| Of bitterness and shame | |
| Crawling circles of dull pretense | |
| To come back here again | |
| I’m not sleeping | |
| In case I’m found out | |
| How long can i stretch the truth | |
| It’s cold out here |
| Old leaden spires | |
| Holding back the beast | |
| Trapped in this place | |
| I just stand and stare | |
| Ghost of the shires | |
| Singing songs to me | |
| With feline grace | |
| Choking my despair | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Lost in a maze | |
| It was just a game | |
| We burnt it down | |
| The ashes cloud our tears | |
| Late summer days | |
| Tracing chance remains | |
| That haunt these grounds | |
| Let' s steal another year | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| I can talk of my towering sense | |
| Of bitterness and shame | |
| Crawling circles of dull pretense | |
| To come back here again | |
| I' m not sleeping | |
| In case I' m found out | |
| How long can i stretch the truth | |
| It' s cold out here |
| Old leaden spires | |
| Holding back the beast | |
| Trapped in this place | |
| I just stand and stare | |
| Ghost of the shires | |
| Singing songs to me | |
| With feline grace | |
| Choking my despair | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Lost in a maze | |
| It was just a game | |
| We burnt it down | |
| The ashes cloud our tears | |
| Late summer days | |
| Tracing chance remains | |
| That haunt these grounds | |
| Let' s steal another year | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| Return to clocktower lodge | |
| I can talk of my towering sense | |
| Of bitterness and shame | |
| Crawling circles of dull pretense | |
| To come back here again | |
| I' m not sleeping | |
| In case I' m found out | |
| How long can i stretch the truth | |
| It' s cold out here |