| Song | Nothing Special |
| Artist | Boris |
| Album | Long Hair and Tights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It sits here, the dark anxiety | |
| It sits here, now it's waiting | |
| Somewhat flippant, somewhat damp, it's mid-day | |
| Quite right, you can blame the night when you see it | |
| Just like me | |
| It sits somewhere, it's sits somewhere far | |
| The darkness now sits | |
| This is the end | |
| you know | |
| It sits, the anxious darkness | |
| It touches and it turns red | |
| Somewhat flippant usual day, and this is the end. |