| Song | Corridors |
| Artist | Shearwater |
| Album | The Golden Archipelago |
| Walk him up and down the corridors | |
| till his arms are tired | |
| till his lungs are tired | |
| Starve him of the air the dimming light | |
| till his eyes are wide | |
| till his eyes are wild | |
| till he sees the other side | |
| Chain him to the burning carousel | |
| till the horses tire | |
| till the horses tire | |
| Blast away the bearings of his life | |
| till his eyes are wild | |
| till his eyes are white | |
| but stave off suicide | |
| oh my my my my my my my my my my my |