| Song | Lifeboats for High Hopes |
| Artist | Southcott |
| Album | Flee the Scene |
| My spine can be, the piano keys, that your fingertips play, wide eyed as the ships collide, along the docks of the lower east side, and we're on this cruise, of self abuse, we're highlights on the evening news, and we're sweating out our sins, through our ordinary skin, although | |
| I love your touch, | |
| I'll tap my wristwatch, | |
| This has been fun love, | |
| But your tongue can be so cliche. |