| Song | Homeless Lovers |
| Artist | The Missing Season |
| Album | To The Fire |
| Below the dark sky, in the cold dragging night | |
| Shiver the arms of the arms of the embracing ones | |
| We could go home if we had one | |
| Ain’t it funny to be born so far from home | |
| And I don’t know how the hell did we get to such a place | |
| When just a couple miles behind we thought it couldn't get worse | |
| In this vast space elected as the place where we two, we trust and promise | |
| I’ll lift you up when you’re ready to walk | |
| When streaks of light hit the sick night | |
| There is poison in the sky | |
| There are crows going for my brain ! | |
| Close your eyes and you’ll be fine | |
| I’ll guide you with a song… |
| Below the dark sky, in the cold dragging night | |
| Shiver the arms of the arms of the embracing ones | |
| We could go home if we had one | |
| Ain' t it funny to be born so far from home | |
| And I don' t know how the hell did we get to such a place | |
| When just a couple miles behind we thought it couldn' t get worse | |
| In this vast space elected as the place where we two, we trust and promise | |
| I' ll lift you up when you' re ready to walk | |
| When streaks of light hit the sick night | |
| There is poison in the sky | |
| There are crows going for my brain ! | |
| Close your eyes and you' ll be fine | |
| I' ll guide you with a song |