| Song | Zebra |
| Artist | This Town Needs Guns |
| Album | Animals |
| Caught forever on paper torn tethered,time sends its regards from pictures that never sawthe light of day. | |
| Just tucked in a box and hoarded awayso that eyes could never gaze upon faces of old. | |
| Memories that | |
| I had longed to hold. | |
| So hold me now,that | |
| I am not strong enough to hold myself. | |
| I am old enough now to know better than to bare my cross alone. |