| Song | Hush |
| Artist | Calexico |
| Album | Algiers |
| In the afternoon of orange blossom days | |
| Hummingbirds rest above where we lay | |
| You say it’s ok, no need to fret | |
| The weight of it all will ease as we find | |
| The balance in each step we make | |
| Swinging back n’ forth in a palo verde tree | |
| The wind in the needles hushes you asleep | |
| Even with the strain, your heart remains | |
| Don’t doubt why darlin’ | |
| In time you will find we’re alright we were born | |
| Like the branch to bend and not to break | |
| Reconcile and resurrect, tombstone rose | |
| Growing up and over the gates to where our children play | |
| The future wraps ‘round like vines | |
| Inside these arms | |
| Darlin’ will you say in our final embrace | |
| Before returning ‘neath the clay | |
| After all that your heart still remains |
| In the afternoon of orange blossom days | |
| Hummingbirds rest above where we lay | |
| You say it' s ok, no need to fret | |
| The weight of it all will ease as we find | |
| The balance in each step we make | |
| Swinging back n' forth in a palo verde tree | |
| The wind in the needles hushes you asleep | |
| Even with the strain, your heart remains | |
| Don' t doubt why darlin' | |
| In time you will find we' re alright we were born | |
| Like the branch to bend and not to break | |
| Reconcile and resurrect, tombstone rose | |
| Growing up and over the gates to where our children play | |
| The future wraps ' round like vines | |
| Inside these arms | |
| Darlin' will you say in our final embrace | |
| Before returning ' neath the clay | |
| After all that your heart still remains |