| Song | Godwin |
| Artist | Brooke Waggoner |
| Album | Go Easy Little Doves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Like a lion in the dead | |
| In the dead of deepest night | |
| You sprawl out peacefully | |
| Beneath the glowing spheres of light | |
| Like a feathered, feathered swan | |
| On top of gliding glass | |
| You move with perfect ease | |
| Among bleeding grass | |
| Like a dog gone astray | |
| In the middle of the wake | |
| You pretend to be a part | |
| Of the shuffle of the day | |
| I can't stand who I am | |
| A villain with a plan | |
| Cloaked in robes | |
| Made of many friends | |
| Yet I remain in a one man land | |
| I can't stand who I am | |
| A villain with a plan | |
| Cloaked in robes | |
| Made of many friends | |
| Yet I remain in a one man land | |
| Like a lion in the dead | |
| In the dead of deepest night | |
| You sprawl out peacefully | |
| Beneath the glowing spheres of light | |
| Like a feathered, feathered swan | |
| On top of gliding glass | |
| You move with perfect ease | |
| Among bleeding grass | |
| Like a dog gone astray | |
| In the middle of the wake | |
| You pretend to be a part | |
| Of the shuffle of the day |
| Like a lion in the dead | |
| In the dead of deepest night | |
| You sprawl out peacefully | |
| Beneath the glowing spheres of light | |
| Like a feathered, feathered swan | |
| On top of gliding glass | |
| You move with perfect ease | |
| Among bleeding grass | |
| Like a dog gone astray | |
| In the middle of the wake | |
| You pretend to be a part | |
| Of the shuffle of the day | |
| I can' t stand who I am | |
| A villain with a plan | |
| Cloaked in robes | |
| Made of many friends | |
| Yet I remain in a one man land | |
| I can' t stand who I am | |
| A villain with a plan | |
| Cloaked in robes | |
| Made of many friends | |
| Yet I remain in a one man land | |
| Like a lion in the dead | |
| In the dead of deepest night | |
| You sprawl out peacefully | |
| Beneath the glowing spheres of light | |
| Like a feathered, feathered swan | |
| On top of gliding glass | |
| You move with perfect ease | |
| Among bleeding grass | |
| Like a dog gone astray | |
| In the middle of the wake | |
| You pretend to be a part | |
| Of the shuffle of the day |
| Like a lion in the dead | |
| In the dead of deepest night | |
| You sprawl out peacefully | |
| Beneath the glowing spheres of light | |
| Like a feathered, feathered swan | |
| On top of gliding glass | |
| You move with perfect ease | |
| Among bleeding grass | |
| Like a dog gone astray | |
| In the middle of the wake | |
| You pretend to be a part | |
| Of the shuffle of the day | |
| I can' t stand who I am | |
| A villain with a plan | |
| Cloaked in robes | |
| Made of many friends | |
| Yet I remain in a one man land | |
| I can' t stand who I am | |
| A villain with a plan | |
| Cloaked in robes | |
| Made of many friends | |
| Yet I remain in a one man land | |
| Like a lion in the dead | |
| In the dead of deepest night | |
| You sprawl out peacefully | |
| Beneath the glowing spheres of light | |
| Like a feathered, feathered swan | |
| On top of gliding glass | |
| You move with perfect ease | |
| Among bleeding grass | |
| Like a dog gone astray | |
| In the middle of the wake | |
| You pretend to be a part | |
| Of the shuffle of the day |