| Song | Costa Del Sol |
| Artist | A Northern Chorus |
| Album | Bitter Hands Resign |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Please direct your eyes to the trembling skies. | |
| And catch every glimpse in all your words and all your conjured chords. | |
| As sure as bitter hands resign, the past will be seen in new light. | |
| Cast upon old words that you thought you'd lost in the fire. | |
| And in this flood these old roads don't stand a chance, so breathe it in, and bask in the raging water. | |
| Don't let hindsight drive you mad, sure enough it can. | |
| Just hold the past up in clear view. | |
| And catch every glimpse at once |