| Song | To Kelly Lee |
| Artist | The Speed of Sound in Seawater |
| Album | First Contact |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Please don't leave | |
| Believe in me | |
| I would not lie among the artifacts | |
| Within the sacristy | |
| I know they’re sacred | |
| I know we stand in hallowed halls | |
| I would not speak with such conviction | |
| If I did not fear for us all | |
| But something happened | |
| Something changed | |
| Since we met yesterday evening | |
| The symbols all have rearranged | |
| This now reads “Fire” | |
| That one says “Flame” | |
| And my transcription might be off a bit, | |
| But I think that one says “Pray” | |
| Gather yourself | |
| I need you calm and collected | |
| I feel your dread. I know the fear. | |
| But these thoughts are crippling you | |
| Hold your head high like the minarets | |
| We haven’t been beaten yet | |
| When the whole world starts to pirouette | |
| Let me be your safety net | |
| I know that you’re scared of the local lore | |
| But we’ve conquered worse before | |
| The soothsayers can’t always be correct | |
| ‘bout what hasn’t happened yet | |
| Hold your head high like the palace walls | |
| We’re fearless. We stand up tall. | |
| We won’t be afraid of our fates at all | |
| We’ll be brave when judgment calls | |
| If the ground opens up to swallow | |
| The love that we’ve built | |
| Will our world end in grief or elation | |
| trepidation or guilt? | |
| It’s all for naught | |
| The world’s gone to pot | |
| And no heaven’s waitin’ on me | |
| But, when I’m down where it’s warm | |
| Would you still call me yours? | |
| I think I’d still like to be |
| Please don' t leave | |
| Believe in me | |
| I would not lie among the artifacts | |
| Within the sacristy | |
| I know they' re sacred | |
| I know we stand in hallowed halls | |
| I would not speak with such conviction | |
| If I did not fear for us all | |
| But something happened | |
| Something changed | |
| Since we met yesterday evening | |
| The symbols all have rearranged | |
| This now reads " Fire" | |
| That one says " Flame" | |
| And my transcription might be off a bit, | |
| But I think that one says " Pray" | |
| Gather yourself | |
| I need you calm and collected | |
| I feel your dread. I know the fear. | |
| But these thoughts are crippling you | |
| Hold your head high like the minarets | |
| We haven' t been beaten yet | |
| When the whole world starts to pirouette | |
| Let me be your safety net | |
| I know that you' re scared of the local lore | |
| But we' ve conquered worse before | |
| The soothsayers can' t always be correct | |
| ' bout what hasn' t happened yet | |
| Hold your head high like the palace walls | |
| We' re fearless. We stand up tall. | |
| We won' t be afraid of our fates at all | |
| We' ll be brave when judgment calls | |
| If the ground opens up to swallow | |
| The love that we' ve built | |
| Will our world end in grief or elation | |
| trepidation or guilt? | |
| It' s all for naught | |
| The world' s gone to pot | |
| And no heaven' s waitin' on me | |
| But, when I' m down where it' s warm | |
| Would you still call me yours? | |
| I think I' d still like to be |
| Please don' t leave | |
| Believe in me | |
| I would not lie among the artifacts | |
| Within the sacristy | |
| I know they' re sacred | |
| I know we stand in hallowed halls | |
| I would not speak with such conviction | |
| If I did not fear for us all | |
| But something happened | |
| Something changed | |
| Since we met yesterday evening | |
| The symbols all have rearranged | |
| This now reads " Fire" | |
| That one says " Flame" | |
| And my transcription might be off a bit, | |
| But I think that one says " Pray" | |
| Gather yourself | |
| I need you calm and collected | |
| I feel your dread. I know the fear. | |
| But these thoughts are crippling you | |
| Hold your head high like the minarets | |
| We haven' t been beaten yet | |
| When the whole world starts to pirouette | |
| Let me be your safety net | |
| I know that you' re scared of the local lore | |
| But we' ve conquered worse before | |
| The soothsayers can' t always be correct | |
| ' bout what hasn' t happened yet | |
| Hold your head high like the palace walls | |
| We' re fearless. We stand up tall. | |
| We won' t be afraid of our fates at all | |
| We' ll be brave when judgment calls | |
| If the ground opens up to swallow | |
| The love that we' ve built | |
| Will our world end in grief or elation | |
| trepidation or guilt? | |
| It' s all for naught | |
| The world' s gone to pot | |
| And no heaven' s waitin' on me | |
| But, when I' m down where it' s warm | |
| Would you still call me yours? | |
| I think I' d still like to be |