| Song | And The Racket They Made |
| Artist | King Creosote |
| Album | Bombshell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And your words chased round and round in my head | |
| Last night | |
| They chased their own tales | |
| And your words jigged round my mind all night | |
| To look at me now, I'm quiet as sound | |
| And the tide shrinks back into its womb | |
| And I hope the empty shells and bones of your stories | |
| Will litter and clutter the shores | |
| And I hope that when I find them | |
| I'll remember how they danced | |
| And the racket they made | |
| When they were alive |