| Song | Tendons |
| Artist | The Joy Formidable |
| Album | Wolf's Law |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) Careful at the party, careful all the night | |
| Careful, all that hunting | |
| Left easily behind | |
| Those creatures in my stories, stronger generals | |
| He come on to each other | |
| There is no one else around (Chorus) | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far | |
| Tumbled over night, rewinding steady | |
| Tendering the darker | |
| Punching down the storm | |
| Held above the stone court | |
| No more lonely (Verse) | |
| I can’t decide what needs building | |
| And what needs picking | |
| What needs filling in | |
| This love, this love is like a swarm | |
| Who can’t see you red | |
| You can hope for (Chorus) | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far | |
| Tumbled over night, rewinding steady | |
| Tendering the darker | |
| Punching down the storm | |
| Held above the stone court | |
| No more lonely (Verse) | |
| Until it breaks key | |
| Until it takes me | |
| Until it’s hardcore | |
| Nothing is close | |
| Come enjoy, come around | |
| You think | |
| I understand | |
| Because you’re | |
| Superman Nothing loves me and confront this love (Verse) | |
| You said, you said have all the lightning, baby | |
| Maybe it’s something | |
| Maybe it’s real | |
| But baby like flowers in yesterday’s field | |
| And this all on we go | |
| It’s like the kicks is hunting ‘ | |
| Cause I don’t want through my bones | |
| Empty me, held so tight | |
| Before I see | |
| Let your grieve point to me | |
| Tell me now if it’s what you wanted | |
| Is this what you wanted? | |
| Let yourself pour into me | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far |
| Verse Careful at the party, careful all the night | |
| Careful, all that hunting | |
| Left easily behind | |
| Those creatures in my stories, stronger generals | |
| He come on to each other | |
| There is no one else around Chorus | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far | |
| Tumbled over night, rewinding steady | |
| Tendering the darker | |
| Punching down the storm | |
| Held above the stone court | |
| No more lonely Verse | |
| I can' t decide what needs building | |
| And what needs picking | |
| What needs filling in | |
| This love, this love is like a swarm | |
| Who can' t see you red | |
| You can hope for Chorus | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far | |
| Tumbled over night, rewinding steady | |
| Tendering the darker | |
| Punching down the storm | |
| Held above the stone court | |
| No more lonely Verse | |
| Until it breaks key | |
| Until it takes me | |
| Until it' s hardcore | |
| Nothing is close | |
| Come enjoy, come around | |
| You think | |
| I understand | |
| Because you' re | |
| Superman Nothing loves me and confront this love Verse | |
| You said, you said have all the lightning, baby | |
| Maybe it' s something | |
| Maybe it' s real | |
| But baby like flowers in yesterday' s field | |
| And this all on we go | |
| It' s like the kicks is hunting ' | |
| Cause I don' t want through my bones | |
| Empty me, held so tight | |
| Before I see | |
| Let your grieve point to me | |
| Tell me now if it' s what you wanted | |
| Is this what you wanted? | |
| Let yourself pour into me | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far |
| Verse Careful at the party, careful all the night | |
| Careful, all that hunting | |
| Left easily behind | |
| Those creatures in my stories, stronger generals | |
| He come on to each other | |
| There is no one else around Chorus | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far | |
| Tumbled over night, rewinding steady | |
| Tendering the darker | |
| Punching down the storm | |
| Held above the stone court | |
| No more lonely Verse | |
| I can' t decide what needs building | |
| And what needs picking | |
| What needs filling in | |
| This love, this love is like a swarm | |
| Who can' t see you red | |
| You can hope for Chorus | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far | |
| Tumbled over night, rewinding steady | |
| Tendering the darker | |
| Punching down the storm | |
| Held above the stone court | |
| No more lonely Verse | |
| Until it breaks key | |
| Until it takes me | |
| Until it' s hardcore | |
| Nothing is close | |
| Come enjoy, come around | |
| You think | |
| I understand | |
| Because you' re | |
| Superman Nothing loves me and confront this love Verse | |
| You said, you said have all the lightning, baby | |
| Maybe it' s something | |
| Maybe it' s real | |
| But baby like flowers in yesterday' s field | |
| And this all on we go | |
| It' s like the kicks is hunting ' | |
| Cause I don' t want through my bones | |
| Empty me, held so tight | |
| Before I see | |
| Let your grieve point to me | |
| Tell me now if it' s what you wanted | |
| Is this what you wanted? | |
| Let yourself pour into me | |
| Tendons like we all | |
| Tendons stretched too far |