| Song | Hospice Gates |
| Artist | Lower Dens |
| Album | Twin-Hand Movement |
| On the hill adorned in dew, | |
| I miss seeing you through your den of verse. | |
| In the clinic stall they've confined me to. | |
| Loose the noose I wear and I'll run away with you. | |
| All riled, | |
| Night's young, | |
| I lunge, | |
| Gutted on hospice gates. | |
| Into these rooms, | |
| Your bawdy verses boom. | |
| "If you don't know me now, | |
| You'll know me soon." | |
| All riled, | |
| Night's young, | |
| I lunge, | |
| Gutted on hospice gates |