| Song | Due South |
| Artist | Thea Gilmore |
| Album | Murphy's Heart |
| The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes | |
| Drowns in a black coffee night | |
| The snow has been singing its song to the light | |
| Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart | |
| Every time that it rains | |
| There are not enough miracles and chains | |
| To pave his road | |
| Now he's due south | |
| Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
| Due south | |
| Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
| Mostly he’ll just curse the stars | |
| Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. | |
| Loved like a child | |
| The weakest of ties | |
| Bound like a crane in the ice | |
| All of the whispers and lies that he used | |
| If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall | |
| But boy you know he had it all | |
| Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise | |
| Now he's due south | |
| Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel | |
| Due south | |
| Bitterest sting of rubber and steel | |
| Looking for hope in stilletto heels | |
| Looking for hope in stilletto heels. | |
| Due south | |
| Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
| Due south | |
| Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
| Mostly he’ll just curse the stars | |
| Mostly he’ll just curse the stars | |
| Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. |
| The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes | |
| Drowns in a black coffee night | |
| The snow has been singing its song to the light | |
| Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart | |
| Every time that it rains | |
| There are not enough miracles and chains | |
| To pave his road | |
| Now he' s due south | |
| Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
| Due south | |
| Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
| Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
| Mostly he' ll just curse the stars. | |
| Loved like a child | |
| The weakest of ties | |
| Bound like a crane in the ice | |
| All of the whispers and lies that he used | |
| If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall | |
| But boy you know he had it all | |
| Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise | |
| Now he' s due south | |
| Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel | |
| Due south | |
| Bitterest sting of rubber and steel | |
| Looking for hope in stilletto heels | |
| Looking for hope in stilletto heels. | |
| Due south | |
| Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
| Due south | |
| Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
| Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
| Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
| Mostly he' ll just curse the stars. |