| Song | Terminally Chill |
| Artist | Neon Indian |
| Album | Psychic Chasms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Just asleep, she's been waiting to creep | |
| For a long time | |
| Friendly eyes, so small, they rise | |
| From the waist line | |
| In dreams came callipygous things | |
| To my bedside | |
| And shrimped so she's pullin' the plugs | |
| To the outside | |
| Like the days when the lovesick haze | |
| Chemical fried | |
| Lock your face, point to minimum waits | |
| Friends to decide | |
| Mostly nights when your perfumes hide | |
| To my eyeOn all my soup we caught | |
| In the tide |