| Song | Share - Album |
| Artist | Cymbals Eat Guitars |
| Album | Why There Are Mountains |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| If I should return like I once did | |
| Animals will mark me with brown infant eyes | |
| The same eyes whose lids I kissed the high grass in which they sit | |
| Is shoulder length and hanging on your forehead | |
| A week is four years in ancient hive minds | |
| And soon those eyes begin to well up | |
| Your shallow grave concealed by fragrant leaf piles | |
| Black glistening bird eyes averted |