| Song | Lyssa |
| Artist | Kyla La Grange |
| Album | Cut Your Teeth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s late | |
| By your window, a story ends | |
| Two flames, broken fingers | |
| And false pretence | |
| So here we stand in the arms of fate | |
| Here we stand ten years too late | |
| And I can hear you call for my loveless arms | |
| See my love | |
| I did escape you, I broke the lock | |
| And I trained my heart to hate you | |
| I carved it into rock | |
| But I can hear you call for my loveless arms | |
| And I still see you fall as I run so fast | |
| So here we stand in the arms of fate | |
| Here we stand ten years too late | |
| Well I am not a bow and arrow | |
| Or a slingshot at your side | |
| So please don’t, don’t try and use me | |
| To make others treat you kind |
| It' s late | |
| By your window, a story ends | |
| Two flames, broken fingers | |
| And false pretence | |
| So here we stand in the arms of fate | |
| Here we stand ten years too late | |
| And I can hear you call for my loveless arms | |
| See my love | |
| I did escape you, I broke the lock | |
| And I trained my heart to hate you | |
| I carved it into rock | |
| But I can hear you call for my loveless arms | |
| And I still see you fall as I run so fast | |
| So here we stand in the arms of fate | |
| Here we stand ten years too late | |
| Well I am not a bow and arrow | |
| Or a slingshot at your side | |
| So please don' t, don' t try and use me | |
| To make others treat you kind |
| It' s late | |
| By your window, a story ends | |
| Two flames, broken fingers | |
| And false pretence | |
| So here we stand in the arms of fate | |
| Here we stand ten years too late | |
| And I can hear you call for my loveless arms | |
| See my love | |
| I did escape you, I broke the lock | |
| And I trained my heart to hate you | |
| I carved it into rock | |
| But I can hear you call for my loveless arms | |
| And I still see you fall as I run so fast | |
| So here we stand in the arms of fate | |
| Here we stand ten years too late | |
| Well I am not a bow and arrow | |
| Or a slingshot at your side | |
| So please don' t, don' t try and use me | |
| To make others treat you kind |