| Song | Celebrate |
| Artist | Dark Dark Dark |
| Album | Wild Go |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Tell me what you celebrate | |
| It isn’t hard to do | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you love that paint? | |
| Exposing the brick | |
| They’re crumbling a bit | |
| Do you love the bees | |
| Fly over our heads | |
| Race into the woods | |
| Make honey so sweet | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love the breeze | |
| When you stand on the deck | |
| Of a boat on the sea | |
| Or when it comes through | |
| An open window | |
| Of a high ceiling room | |
| On the eleventh floor | |
| Do you love stories | |
| Of that stream you found | |
| You followed the path | |
| Burns under your feet | |
| The trees they parted | |
| And you stumbled upon | |
| The coolest trail | |
| Your skin heads north | |
| And tell me what you celebrate | |
| It isn’t hard to do | |
| Do you love me | |
| A walk on the street | |
| Oh lavender | |
| The scent fills the air | |
| Oh remember | |
| The hand sewn quilt | |
| We laid on it there | |
| We laid on it there |
| Tell me what you celebrate | |
| It isn' t hard to do | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you love that paint? | |
| Exposing the brick | |
| They' re crumbling a bit | |
| Do you love the bees | |
| Fly over our heads | |
| Race into the woods | |
| Make honey so sweet | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love the breeze | |
| When you stand on the deck | |
| Of a boat on the sea | |
| Or when it comes through | |
| An open window | |
| Of a high ceiling room | |
| On the eleventh floor | |
| Do you love stories | |
| Of that stream you found | |
| You followed the path | |
| Burns under your feet | |
| The trees they parted | |
| And you stumbled upon | |
| The coolest trail | |
| Your skin heads north | |
| And tell me what you celebrate | |
| It isn' t hard to do | |
| Do you love me | |
| A walk on the street | |
| Oh lavender | |
| The scent fills the air | |
| Oh remember | |
| The hand sewn quilt | |
| We laid on it there | |
| We laid on it there |
| Tell me what you celebrate | |
| It isn' t hard to do | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you love that paint? | |
| Exposing the brick | |
| They' re crumbling a bit | |
| Do you love the bees | |
| Fly over our heads | |
| Race into the woods | |
| Make honey so sweet | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love the breeze | |
| When you stand on the deck | |
| Of a boat on the sea | |
| Or when it comes through | |
| An open window | |
| Of a high ceiling room | |
| On the eleventh floor | |
| Do you love stories | |
| Of that stream you found | |
| You followed the path | |
| Burns under your feet | |
| The trees they parted | |
| And you stumbled upon | |
| The coolest trail | |
| Your skin heads north | |
| And tell me what you celebrate | |
| It isn' t hard to do | |
| Do you love me | |
| A walk on the street | |
| Oh lavender | |
| The scent fills the air | |
| Oh remember | |
| The hand sewn quilt | |
| We laid on it there | |
| We laid on it there |