| Song | Themis |
| Artist | Die So Fluid |
| Album | The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You hold the scales. | |
| Balance my crimes. | |
| Themis made flesh | |
| Under the strip light. | |
| Show me the cliff from which I’ll be pushed. | |
| Show me the rocks on which I’ll be crushed. | |
| It’s the wrong century to run away to sea | |
| But that’s where your mind goes... | |
| Doesn’t it …doesn’t it? Oh | |
| At the place where the sea swallows the sun, | |
| A firefly extinguished by the closing of a fist. | |
| The sea turns black and my heart turns blue | |
| Left here all alone with a ghost of you. | |
| It’s the wrong century to run away to sea | |
| But that’s where your mind goes... | |
| Doesn’t it …doesn’t it? Oh | |
| And I’ll hold my breath | |
| ‘til the tide brings you in. | |
| Return to me, return to me, | |
| Take your place beneath my skin. | |
| Return to me. |
| You hold the scales. | |
| Balance my crimes. | |
| Themis made flesh | |
| Under the strip light. | |
| Show me the cliff from which I' ll be pushed. | |
| Show me the rocks on which I' ll be crushed. | |
| It' s the wrong century to run away to sea | |
| But that' s where your mind goes... | |
| Doesn' t it doesn' t it? Oh | |
| At the place where the sea swallows the sun, | |
| A firefly extinguished by the closing of a fist. | |
| The sea turns black and my heart turns blue | |
| Left here all alone with a ghost of you. | |
| It' s the wrong century to run away to sea | |
| But that' s where your mind goes... | |
| Doesn' t it doesn' t it? Oh | |
| And I' ll hold my breath | |
| ' til the tide brings you in. | |
| Return to me, return to me, | |
| Take your place beneath my skin. | |
| Return to me. |
| You hold the scales. | |
| Balance my crimes. | |
| Themis made flesh | |
| Under the strip light. | |
| Show me the cliff from which I' ll be pushed. | |
| Show me the rocks on which I' ll be crushed. | |
| It' s the wrong century to run away to sea | |
| But that' s where your mind goes... | |
| Doesn' t it doesn' t it? Oh | |
| At the place where the sea swallows the sun, | |
| A firefly extinguished by the closing of a fist. | |
| The sea turns black and my heart turns blue | |
| Left here all alone with a ghost of you. | |
| It' s the wrong century to run away to sea | |
| But that' s where your mind goes... | |
| Doesn' t it doesn' t it? Oh | |
| And I' ll hold my breath | |
| ' til the tide brings you in. | |
| Return to me, return to me, | |
| Take your place beneath my skin. | |
| Return to me. |