| Song | Shotgun |
| Artist | Ida |
| Album | Will You Find Me |
| Like glass shattering in a clean break | |
| This is the art of a mistake | |
| And we were like kids with a shotgun | |
| Blowing up words till there were none | |
| And maybe i'm too young | |
| I thought that i could destroy it | |
| Aimed shot and fired | |
| Missed the target | |
| But you keep coming abck | |
| Hand me fractured words through the lens of time | |
| And some things cant be burned | |
| Even when they yurn to die |