| Song | Inchworm |
| Artist | Old Man Luedecke |
| Album | My Hands are on Fire and other Love Songs |
| Inchworm | |
| There’s a small incision made with deadliest precision | |
| That lets a darkness seep into my heart | |
| But I don’t need sureness or crave a faulty pureness | |
| I only want a warning when it starts | |
| I'm an inchworm walking, mesuring and dropping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| When I mesure every step, I never ever guess | |
| That every single step is all the same | |
| And misery forgets, there was ever happiness | |
| And happiness treats misery about the same | |
| I'm an inchworm walking, reaching up and stopping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| And I took a road not taken, I was probably mistaken | |
| I've had a lover's quarrel with world | |
| And I'm not heroic, I cannot muster stoic | |
| But in my life I want a leading part | |
| I’m an inchworm walking, measuring and dropping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| On every crowded highway, every silent byway | |
| Every victory soaked in salty tears | |
| If I stay a springtime green, it's through a thousand dirty falls | |
| I weep to see the wonder of it all | |
| I'm an inchworm walking, measuring and stopping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| I'm an inchworm walking, reaching up and dropping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start |
| Inchworm | |
| There' s a small incision made with deadliest precision | |
| That lets a darkness seep into my heart | |
| But I don' t need sureness or crave a faulty pureness | |
| I only want a warning when it starts | |
| I' m an inchworm walking, mesuring and dropping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| When I mesure every step, I never ever guess | |
| That every single step is all the same | |
| And misery forgets, there was ever happiness | |
| And happiness treats misery about the same | |
| I' m an inchworm walking, reaching up and stopping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| And I took a road not taken, I was probably mistaken | |
| I' ve had a lover' s quarrel with world | |
| And I' m not heroic, I cannot muster stoic | |
| But in my life I want a leading part | |
| I' m an inchworm walking, measuring and dropping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| On every crowded highway, every silent byway | |
| Every victory soaked in salty tears | |
| If I stay a springtime green, it' s through a thousand dirty falls | |
| I weep to see the wonder of it all | |
| I' m an inchworm walking, measuring and stopping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start | |
| I' m an inchworm walking, reaching up and dropping | |
| The journey seemed much simpler at the start |