| Song | Thank Christ for George |
| Artist | Catapilla |
| Album | Changes |
| Her remains, | |
| men in some tomb, | |
| he hands off a last light. | |
| I heard a clinched | |
| means words you fenced with, | |
| to protect. | |
| to protect. | |
| An image, | |
| liberally coiled, | |
| around him. | |
| He started to | |
| tenderly unfold. | |
| She failed, | |
| at least she learned. | |
| He knows a restricted | |
| silenced tune. | |
| Drifting to you at night, | |
| start right. | |
| An image, | |
| carefully foiled, | |
| around him. |