| Song | Signs |
| Artist | Destroyer |
| Album | City of Daughters |
| The bird is not the word. | |
| Quit being so cryptic with the way you rock and swerve. | |
| Remove your shoes, | |
| Panic ensues. | |
| Nothing left to do. | |
| If you don't believe in recompense, | |
| Who will fix the fence for you? | |
| Don't wanna clear the floor anymore. | |
| Her interests are classical at best. | |
| Bested modern times, modern minds. | |
| Signs, signs, everywhere signs |