| Song | Automatic Blue |
| Artist | Thea Gilmore |
| Album | Murphy's Heart |
| Well the traffic says its morning | |
| And the light that's in your room | |
| The radio is broken | |
| So you hum a Springsteen tune | |
| Oh you say you've not been sleeping | |
| Cos your heart keeps you awake | |
| And wonder how much longer | |
| This fade out is gonna take. | |
| Well here are your best laid plans | |
| there your ways and means | |
| You laid them there right at her feet | |
| Beside your truant dreams | |
| Oh I know a little bar | |
| Where they make bloody Mary's strong | |
| Let’s raise a toast to ragged ghosts | |
| And loneliness and song | |
| Amen amen | |
| This one here's for you | |
| Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
| Well here's to wine and flowers | |
| And a dance in Saint Marks square | |
| Echo’s in Murano glass and perfume in her hair | |
| Oh but February's mist is thick | |
| And the road ahead is hard | |
| You thought you'd think of it forever | |
| Now it only makes you tired | |
| Amen amen | |
| This one here's for you | |
| Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue | |
| Yeah love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
| The only time that you can see her | |
| Is when you close your eyes | |
| You put your phone back in the drawer | |
| And straighten your disguise | |
| Think of the colours of your children | |
| And the songs you give wings to | |
| The springs arrived and there's the sky | |
| It’s automatic blue | |
| Automatic blue automatic blue. |
| Well the traffic says its morning | |
| And the light that' s in your room | |
| The radio is broken | |
| So you hum a Springsteen tune | |
| Oh you say you' ve not been sleeping | |
| Cos your heart keeps you awake | |
| And wonder how much longer | |
| This fade out is gonna take. | |
| Well here are your best laid plans | |
| there your ways and means | |
| You laid them there right at her feet | |
| Beside your truant dreams | |
| Oh I know a little bar | |
| Where they make bloody Mary' s strong | |
| Let' s raise a toast to ragged ghosts | |
| And loneliness and song | |
| Amen amen | |
| This one here' s for you | |
| Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
| Well here' s to wine and flowers | |
| And a dance in Saint Marks square | |
| Echo' s in Murano glass and perfume in her hair | |
| Oh but February' s mist is thick | |
| And the road ahead is hard | |
| You thought you' d think of it forever | |
| Now it only makes you tired | |
| Amen amen | |
| This one here' s for you | |
| Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue | |
| Yeah love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
| The only time that you can see her | |
| Is when you close your eyes | |
| You put your phone back in the drawer | |
| And straighten your disguise | |
| Think of the colours of your children | |
| And the songs you give wings to | |
| The springs arrived and there' s the sky | |
| It' s automatic blue | |
| Automatic blue automatic blue. |