| Song | The Cat with the Silvery Paws |
| Artist | Autumnblaze |
| Album | Lighthouses |
| Roads, these roads are clad in smoke | |
| Your talks are drifting past like trains - they scarcely stop | |
| Now I'm gone astray in here | |
| Where tired walls are chattering:: | |
| Don't stay! | |
| Don't stay! … and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again | |
| Fear has shut away your dreams | |
| You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool | |
| I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws | |
| She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away | |
| I wonder where | |
| I am - under the snow in a sunday cloak | |
| But you just say | |
| I'd think too much | |
| Maybe you're right - who will ever know? |
| Roads, these roads are clad in smoke | |
| Your talks are drifting past like trains they scarcely stop | |
| Now I' m gone astray in here | |
| Where tired walls are chattering:: | |
| Don' t stay! | |
| Don' t stay! and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again | |
| Fear has shut away your dreams | |
| You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool | |
| I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws | |
| She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away | |
| I wonder where | |
| I am under the snow in a sunday cloak | |
| But you just say | |
| I' d think too much | |
| Maybe you' re right who will ever know? |