| Song | What's out There |
| Artist | Yellowbirds |
| Album | Songs from the Vanished Frontier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My summer in the snow-globe, | |
| the world took off it's clothes. | |
| Our blades were cut from grass | |
| like shards of broken glass. | |
| And if I found them all I'd know | |
| the secrets of the past. | |
| Perfect edges of our souls, and | |
| where they go at last, | |
| where they go at last. | |
| Oh, to know once more. | |
| Oh, to notice, | |
| Oh, to notice! | |
| Why should I care | |
| what's out there? |