| Song | Last Light on Our Walls |
| Artist | A Red Season Shade |
| Album | The Outcome Fosters Detachment |
| Façades brown. Grey roofs. The broken daylight on our tired faces. Our hands are raised. Straight lines of our pride. Old way home. Back to what we made. |
| Fa ades brown. Grey roofs. The broken daylight on our tired faces. Our hands are raised. Straight lines of our pride. Old way home. Back to what we made. |