| Song | Cafe Lights |
| Artist | Hey Marseilles |
| Album | Lines We Trace |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hold your map upright so the clouds and coast align. | |
| They’ve got old wars won, a bright brown sun, the crowds to sing alright. | |
| The lion’s share can rest as we sit in café lights | |
| In a neighborhood where all that should may or may not be right | |
| CH: | |
| Make your way back home again. I am here still. | |
| These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will. | |
| Make your way back home again at a slow pace. | |
| Promise me from sound to sea you’re mine always. | |
| Untimely make your way to the tarmac baggage claim. | |
| It’s all for naught if we forgot. I hope our hope’s the same. | |
| Sing praise to stars aligned. Rejoice that love is blind. | |
| To the end of days we’ll have to say you are the best I’ll find. | |
| CH. | |
| I am leaving harbor if you cannot remember. | |
| Take me where you’re going in the light shade of December. | |
| The plains I see are floating. The grains I see are growing. | |
| Take me to the only place I see you’re going. | |
| CH. |
| Hold your map upright so the clouds and coast align. | |
| They' ve got old wars won, a bright brown sun, the crowds to sing alright. | |
| The lion' s share can rest as we sit in cafe lights | |
| In a neighborhood where all that should may or may not be right | |
| CH: | |
| Make your way back home again. I am here still. | |
| These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will. | |
| Make your way back home again at a slow pace. | |
| Promise me from sound to sea you' re mine always. | |
| Untimely make your way to the tarmac baggage claim. | |
| It' s all for naught if we forgot. I hope our hope' s the same. | |
| Sing praise to stars aligned. Rejoice that love is blind. | |
| To the end of days we' ll have to say you are the best I' ll find. | |
| CH. | |
| I am leaving harbor if you cannot remember. | |
| Take me where you' re going in the light shade of December. | |
| The plains I see are floating. The grains I see are growing. | |
| Take me to the only place I see you' re going. | |
| CH. |
| Hold your map upright so the clouds and coast align. | |
| They' ve got old wars won, a bright brown sun, the crowds to sing alright. | |
| The lion' s share can rest as we sit in café lights | |
| In a neighborhood where all that should may or may not be right | |
| CH: | |
| Make your way back home again. I am here still. | |
| These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will. | |
| Make your way back home again at a slow pace. | |
| Promise me from sound to sea you' re mine always. | |
| Untimely make your way to the tarmac baggage claim. | |
| It' s all for naught if we forgot. I hope our hope' s the same. | |
| Sing praise to stars aligned. Rejoice that love is blind. | |
| To the end of days we' ll have to say you are the best I' ll find. | |
| CH. | |
| I am leaving harbor if you cannot remember. | |
| Take me where you' re going in the light shade of December. | |
| The plains I see are floating. The grains I see are growing. | |
| Take me to the only place I see you' re going. | |
| CH. |