| Song | A Little Longer |
| Artist | Autoheart |
| Album | DEMOS |
| I had to be sure that our final words | |
| Were definite and not premature | |
| But now that we’re done, I cannot bear | |
| To hear your voice no more | |
| No bride and groom in my darkened room | |
| I wake up alone and struggle to rise | |
| My stomach’s in knots, my eyelids are sore | |
| And loneliness remains | |
| I heard us say “Goodbye” | |
| And maybe I’m having regrets | |
| I thought we’d last | |
| A little longer than we did. | |
| There’s pieces of you lying around | |
| A discarded shoe, your favourite towel | |
| And all I can do is gather them up | |
| And put them away. | |
| I heard us say “Goodbye” | |
| And maybe I’m having regrets | |
| I thought we’d last | |
| A little longer than we did | |
| A little longer than we did |
| I had to be sure that our final words | |
| Were definite and not premature | |
| But now that we' re done, I cannot bear | |
| To hear your voice no more | |
| No bride and groom in my darkened room | |
| I wake up alone and struggle to rise | |
| My stomach' s in knots, my eyelids are sore | |
| And loneliness remains | |
| I heard us say " Goodbye" | |
| And maybe I' m having regrets | |
| I thought we' d last | |
| A little longer than we did. | |
| There' s pieces of you lying around | |
| A discarded shoe, your favourite towel | |
| And all I can do is gather them up | |
| And put them away. | |
| I heard us say " Goodbye" | |
| And maybe I' m having regrets | |
| I thought we' d last | |
| A little longer than we did | |
| A little longer than we did |