| Song | Holy Books |
| Artist | Petracovich |
| Album | Secret Songsketches |
| There are words like my face | |
| Like my eyes | |
| Pale and deep | |
| There are words | |
| Deep set in me | |
| There are words | |
| Like my mom | |
| Hold me in | |
| Low and soft | |
| There are words | |
| That lull me off | |
| Water falls | |
| When water falls | |
| Water blurs | |
| And words are washed | |
| Off the page to | |
| Stream | |
| Bedroom floor | |
| Holding feet | |
| Filled with words | |
| While I sleep | |
| Bedroom floor | |
| Under me | |
| Water falls | |
| When water falls | |
| On holy books | |
| Words fall off | |
| In inky sheets | |
| Through roots of trees | |
| Down city gutters | |
| Through river streams | |
| And to the ocean | |
| Where they always were |