| Song | Tears Simone |
| Artist | Antiskeptic |
| Album | Memoirs of a Common Man |
| Beneath these restless waves | |
| A vessel's in its place it lies | |
| We forget and live our lives | |
| A moment in a dream | |
| Forever Child she speaks to me | |
| She抯 on her favourite ride | |
| She missed one day from school | |
| The bus pulled in the seats are full | |
| And the ship is to arrive | |
| Misjudged the time and speed | |
| Ship hits the bridge catastrophy | |
| And the bus now takes a dive | |
| Tears Simone | |
| She draws a tear and paints a picture with them | |
| For she抯 alone and all her fears are empty desks and long hallways | |
| And everybody says, deal with the pain | |
| Closer to the edge her friends don抰 seem so far away | |
| Flirting with the pain, needing a new dependency | |
| A move to inner peace, she抯 making up her mind | |
| She抯 standing on both feet | |
| But this is not the day for flight | |
| Freedom you suppose, is not over the edge | |
| You have not lost the fight | |
| Because the fight is not over yet | |
| And she抯 starting to work through the pain | |
| Closer to the edge her friends don抰 seem so far away | |
| Flirting with the pain, needing a new dependency |
| Beneath these restless waves | |
| A vessel' s in its place it lies | |
| We forget and live our lives | |
| A moment in a dream | |
| Forever Child she speaks to me | |
| She zhā on her favourite ride | |
| She missed one day from school | |
| The bus pulled in the seats are full | |
| And the ship is to arrive | |
| Misjudged the time and speed | |
| Ship hits the bridge catastrophy | |
| And the bus now takes a dive | |
| Tears Simone | |
| She draws a tear and paints a picture with them | |
| For she zhā alone and all her fears are empty desks and long hallways | |
| And everybody says, deal with the pain | |
| Closer to the edge her friends don yāng seem so far away | |
| Flirting with the pain, needing a new dependency | |
| A move to inner peace, she zhā making up her mind | |
| She zhā standing on both feet | |
| But this is not the day for flight | |
| Freedom you suppose, is not over the edge | |
| You have not lost the fight | |
| Because the fight is not over yet | |
| And she zhā starting to work through the pain | |
| Closer to the edge her friends don yāng seem so far away | |
| Flirting with the pain, needing a new dependency |