| Song | The Sound Your Life Makes |
| Artist | Jason Bajada |
| Album | The Sound Your Life Makes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Keeping blows low | |
| Slow and steady you win the race | |
| Crying on your shoulder | |
| Declared me your opponent late that day | |
| An empire builds to break | |
| When you’re around it makes a sound | |
| It carries me away | |
| Oh my bones | |
| Becoming weak and brittle from the wrong wrong notes | |
| The session player keeps repeating over | |
| With a poker face | |
| Like he’s never heard of grace | |
| It’s not his fault | |
| His poor paid job makes him hesitate | |
| If i hide away would you come back to me? | |
| If i make my mind up naturally | |
| We keep tearing out the pages | |
| From the books we’ve read so many times | |
| Looking for elation in other people’s lives | |
| Every new year consumed with solutions we despise | |
| But what’s the point in trying if you’re always on my mind? | |
| Met my ghost | |
| He taught me how to own up to the little knives i’d thrown | |
| You need your mother’s love like you need a home | |
| Until the sound your life makes | |
| Becomes your favourite place | |
| It’s all your fault | |
| Just play your part | |
| Listen to what they say | |
| They say “oh oh my my” | |
| If i hide away would you come back to me? | |
| If i make my mind up naturally | |
| We keep tearing out the pages | |
| From the books we’ve read so many times | |
| Looking for elation in other people’s lives | |
| Every new year consumed with solutions we despise | |
| But what’s the point in trying if you’re always on my mind? |
| Keeping blows low | |
| Slow and steady you win the race | |
| Crying on your shoulder | |
| Declared me your opponent late that day | |
| An empire builds to break | |
| When you' re around it makes a sound | |
| It carries me away | |
| Oh my bones | |
| Becoming weak and brittle from the wrong wrong notes | |
| The session player keeps repeating over | |
| With a poker face | |
| Like he' s never heard of grace | |
| It' s not his fault | |
| His poor paid job makes him hesitate | |
| If i hide away would you come back to me? | |
| If i make my mind up naturally | |
| We keep tearing out the pages | |
| From the books we' ve read so many times | |
| Looking for elation in other people' s lives | |
| Every new year consumed with solutions we despise | |
| But what' s the point in trying if you' re always on my mind? | |
| Met my ghost | |
| He taught me how to own up to the little knives i' d thrown | |
| You need your mother' s love like you need a home | |
| Until the sound your life makes | |
| Becomes your favourite place | |
| It' s all your fault | |
| Just play your part | |
| Listen to what they say | |
| They say " oh oh my my" | |
| If i hide away would you come back to me? | |
| If i make my mind up naturally | |
| We keep tearing out the pages | |
| From the books we' ve read so many times | |
| Looking for elation in other people' s lives | |
| Every new year consumed with solutions we despise | |
| But what' s the point in trying if you' re always on my mind? |
| Keeping blows low | |
| Slow and steady you win the race | |
| Crying on your shoulder | |
| Declared me your opponent late that day | |
| An empire builds to break | |
| When you' re around it makes a sound | |
| It carries me away | |
| Oh my bones | |
| Becoming weak and brittle from the wrong wrong notes | |
| The session player keeps repeating over | |
| With a poker face | |
| Like he' s never heard of grace | |
| It' s not his fault | |
| His poor paid job makes him hesitate | |
| If i hide away would you come back to me? | |
| If i make my mind up naturally | |
| We keep tearing out the pages | |
| From the books we' ve read so many times | |
| Looking for elation in other people' s lives | |
| Every new year consumed with solutions we despise | |
| But what' s the point in trying if you' re always on my mind? | |
| Met my ghost | |
| He taught me how to own up to the little knives i' d thrown | |
| You need your mother' s love like you need a home | |
| Until the sound your life makes | |
| Becomes your favourite place | |
| It' s all your fault | |
| Just play your part | |
| Listen to what they say | |
| They say " oh oh my my" | |
| If i hide away would you come back to me? | |
| If i make my mind up naturally | |
| We keep tearing out the pages | |
| From the books we' ve read so many times | |
| Looking for elation in other people' s lives | |
| Every new year consumed with solutions we despise | |
| But what' s the point in trying if you' re always on my mind? |