| Song | Lights Go Low |
| Artist | Satellite Stories |
| Album | Pine Trails |
| Tears don’t fall, they carry light | |
| They dance by the lake, they sing blues | |
| Trees surrounded younger years | |
| Combs as souvenirs | |
| Faces them other pines | |
| Carries all the hope in her hands | |
| To the city of the novelties | |
| Facing her modesty | |
| Lights Go Low | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on | |
| Do forever carry on | |
| Never seen a stranger like her | |
| Getting lost in the modern times | |
| Washed by the higher tides | |
| Her tears are golden, Caroline | |
| They dance by the lake without choose | |
| Hands are reaching to the sky | |
| Swaying into the night |
| Tears don' t fall, they carry light | |
| They dance by the lake, they sing blues | |
| Trees surrounded younger years | |
| Combs as souvenirs | |
| Faces them other pines | |
| Carries all the hope in her hands | |
| To the city of the novelties | |
| Facing her modesty | |
| Lights Go Low | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on | |
| Do forever carry on | |
| Never seen a stranger like her | |
| Getting lost in the modern times | |
| Washed by the higher tides | |
| Her tears are golden, Caroline | |
| They dance by the lake without choose | |
| Hands are reaching to the sky | |
| Swaying into the night |