| Song | One Hundred |
| Artist | Hands Like Houses |
| Album | Ground Dweller |
| Hold your breath, baby. | |
| We have to make our hearts sit still. | |
| Hold your tongue, honey, | |
| The things we know could unleash hell. | |
| Patch me up, my skin is so tight around my chest, my heart is leaping out. | |
| I feel my imagination playing like a movie in my eyes, | |
| It’s got me firmly by the sleeve. | |
| Hold your breath baby, we have to make our hearts sit still. | |
| I swear they’re beating so loud that anyone could tell | |
| We’re keeping every thought to ourselves in case we mention how we feel. | |
| Hold your tongue honey, the things we know could unleash hell. | |
| I see your imagination shimmer in the way that you move, | |
| Hardly afraid that anyone could see. | |
| We’re caught up in the moment, it’s got us now, and you’ve got me by the collar. | |
| What are you waiting for? | |
| Pull me in. | |
| We saw the warning signs too late, and we’re too far gone. | |
| Please don’t remind me of reality now, | |
| I’ve been pretending for days by now, | |
| My god, it must have been days. |
| Hold your breath, baby. | |
| We have to make our hearts sit still. | |
| Hold your tongue, honey, | |
| The things we know could unleash hell. | |
| Patch me up, my skin is so tight around my chest, my heart is leaping out. | |
| I feel my imagination playing like a movie in my eyes, | |
| It' s got me firmly by the sleeve. | |
| Hold your breath baby, we have to make our hearts sit still. | |
| I swear they' re beating so loud that anyone could tell | |
| We' re keeping every thought to ourselves in case we mention how we feel. | |
| Hold your tongue honey, the things we know could unleash hell. | |
| I see your imagination shimmer in the way that you move, | |
| Hardly afraid that anyone could see. | |
| We' re caught up in the moment, it' s got us now, and you' ve got me by the collar. | |
| What are you waiting for? | |
| Pull me in. | |
| We saw the warning signs too late, and we' re too far gone. | |
| Please don' t remind me of reality now, | |
| I' ve been pretending for days by now, | |
| My god, it must have been days. |