| Song | Hum |
| Artist | Tigers Jaw |
| Album | Charmer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| From the basement where we first talked, | |
| to the ride home | |
| with the kids we barely knew, | |
| you left a permanent scar. | |
| Memories are taped on our walls, | |
| hung as a reminder. | |
| How easy it could be, | |
| when we weren’t growing apart. | |
| I’m always talking in circles, | |
| I always think until I can’t sleep. | |
| We always want what is kept from us. | |
| Well maybe I am the liar, | |
| and there is nothing that is left for us. | |
| You are a permanent scar. | |
| I'm always talking in circles, | |
| I always think until I can't sleep. | |
| You are the leaves at my feet. | |
| You are the hum of electric heat. | |
| I kept myself away, | |
| but I’m starting to like the pain. |
| From the basement where we first talked, | |
| to the ride home | |
| with the kids we barely knew, | |
| you left a permanent scar. | |
| Memories are taped on our walls, | |
| hung as a reminder. | |
| How easy it could be, | |
| when we weren' t growing apart. | |
| I' m always talking in circles, | |
| I always think until I can' t sleep. | |
| We always want what is kept from us. | |
| Well maybe I am the liar, | |
| and there is nothing that is left for us. | |
| You are a permanent scar. | |
| I' m always talking in circles, | |
| I always think until I can' t sleep. | |
| You are the leaves at my feet. | |
| You are the hum of electric heat. | |
| I kept myself away, | |
| but I' m starting to like the pain. |
| From the basement where we first talked, | |
| to the ride home | |
| with the kids we barely knew, | |
| you left a permanent scar. | |
| Memories are taped on our walls, | |
| hung as a reminder. | |
| How easy it could be, | |
| when we weren' t growing apart. | |
| I' m always talking in circles, | |
| I always think until I can' t sleep. | |
| We always want what is kept from us. | |
| Well maybe I am the liar, | |
| and there is nothing that is left for us. | |
| You are a permanent scar. | |
| I' m always talking in circles, | |
| I always think until I can' t sleep. | |
| You are the leaves at my feet. | |
| You are the hum of electric heat. | |
| I kept myself away, | |
| but I' m starting to like the pain. |