| Song | Palms |
| Artist | Jana Hunter |
| Album | There's No Home |
| I open my hands to you. | |
| I open my hands to you. | |
| And I showed you my plams. | |
| I showed you my soft skin for what it really was. | |
| When I walk myself home. | |
| When I walk myself home. | |
| I feel your breath, even though you're already long gone. |