| Song | Trace A Line |
| Artist | Au Revoir Simone |
| Album | Still Night, Still Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Trace a line | |
| Down my arm | |
| Trace a line | |
| Down | |
| You'll be the end of me | |
| You'll be the end of me | |
| No one's here | |
| And nothing's new | |
| Trace a line | |
| From me to you | |
| You'll be the end of me | |
| You'll be the end of me | |
| Getting drunk in taxicabs | |
| And writing names on backs of hands | |
| And figuring how to get to you | |
| We're making room for alibis | |
| When something tells me telling lies | |
| Is only ever trying to be true | |
| Will we never ever learn | |
| That things could go from bad to worse | |
| And worst of all we'd love it if they did | |
| Knowing what you said to me | |
| Beneath your breath so blatantly | |
| Be careful now | |
| We're camping in the corner of the room | |
| You'll be the end of me | |
| You'll be the end of me |
| Trace a line | |
| Down my arm | |
| Trace a line | |
| Down | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| No one' s here | |
| And nothing' s new | |
| Trace a line | |
| From me to you | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| Getting drunk in taxicabs | |
| And writing names on backs of hands | |
| And figuring how to get to you | |
| We' re making room for alibis | |
| When something tells me telling lies | |
| Is only ever trying to be true | |
| Will we never ever learn | |
| That things could go from bad to worse | |
| And worst of all we' d love it if they did | |
| Knowing what you said to me | |
| Beneath your breath so blatantly | |
| Be careful now | |
| We' re camping in the corner of the room | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| You' ll be the end of me |
| Trace a line | |
| Down my arm | |
| Trace a line | |
| Down | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| No one' s here | |
| And nothing' s new | |
| Trace a line | |
| From me to you | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| Getting drunk in taxicabs | |
| And writing names on backs of hands | |
| And figuring how to get to you | |
| We' re making room for alibis | |
| When something tells me telling lies | |
| Is only ever trying to be true | |
| Will we never ever learn | |
| That things could go from bad to worse | |
| And worst of all we' d love it if they did | |
| Knowing what you said to me | |
| Beneath your breath so blatantly | |
| Be careful now | |
| We' re camping in the corner of the room | |
| You' ll be the end of me | |
| You' ll be the end of me |