| Song | Spineless Crow |
| Artist | Hands Like Houses |
| Album | Ground Dweller |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. | |
| Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, | |
| Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, | |
| As we’re tangled in our sleep. | |
| We were young together, but | |
| I’ve grown ancient. | |
| Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, | |
| Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. | |
| The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease, | |
| A blight inside of me. | |
| Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers, | |
| What was familiar becomes unfamiliar. | |
| Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold. | |
| Bring me back to something | |
| I know for sure. | |
| Locked away, a dream-dweller pale from hiding with secrets | |
| Deeper than daylight dares to seek. | |
| Come out, emerge! | |
| Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are. | |
| Lay me down in a den of dreamers, | |
| Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. | |
| Doubt is a plague. | |
| We’ll never be safe here again. | |
| When all their eyes are tied to me, just carry the conversation please. | |
| We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes. | |
| Architects tangled up in our sleep. | |
| Wake up. |
| Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. | |
| Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, | |
| Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, | |
| As we' re tangled in our sleep. | |
| We were young together, but | |
| I' ve grown ancient. | |
| Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, | |
| Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. | |
| The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease, | |
| A blight inside of me. | |
| Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers, | |
| What was familiar becomes unfamiliar. | |
| Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold. | |
| Bring me back to something | |
| I know for sure. | |
| Locked away, a dreamdweller pale from hiding with secrets | |
| Deeper than daylight dares to seek. | |
| Come out, emerge! | |
| Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are. | |
| Lay me down in a den of dreamers, | |
| Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. | |
| Doubt is a plague. | |
| We' ll never be safe here again. | |
| When all their eyes are tied to me, just carry the conversation please. | |
| We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes. | |
| Architects tangled up in our sleep. | |
| Wake up. |
| Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. | |
| Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, | |
| Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, | |
| As we' re tangled in our sleep. | |
| We were young together, but | |
| I' ve grown ancient. | |
| Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, | |
| Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. | |
| The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease, | |
| A blight inside of me. | |
| Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers, | |
| What was familiar becomes unfamiliar. | |
| Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold. | |
| Bring me back to something | |
| I know for sure. | |
| Locked away, a dreamdweller pale from hiding with secrets | |
| Deeper than daylight dares to seek. | |
| Come out, emerge! | |
| Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are. | |
| Lay me down in a den of dreamers, | |
| Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. | |
| Doubt is a plague. | |
| We' ll never be safe here again. | |
| When all their eyes are tied to me, just carry the conversation please. | |
| We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes. | |
| Architects tangled up in our sleep. | |
| Wake up. |