| Song | Little Hells |
| Artist | Marissa Nadler |
| Album | Little Hells |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Mama, I have nothin' but cobwebs and dust in the lock | |
| Blood runs thick in the veins | |
| But I live like a fish in the water again | |
| She says soft to a fault | |
| She believes the hardest things of all | |
| True love never did exist at all | |
| Ohh, she lives in a dark cloud of little hells | |
| When she meant something to somebody else | |
| But now it's dark and the cobwebs and rose petals | |
| Defying her into the web to go back to the days of color | |
| Into the web to go back to the days of color |