| Song | Crooked Timber |
| Artist | Therapy? |
| Album | Crooked Timber |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Miles away from | |
| Those that matter | |
| Unfamiliar place | |
| Hours bleed out and | |
| Days tail off then | |
| Night degrades to gray | |
| Crooked timber | |
| Keep me warm and safe | |
| Bells toll slowly | |
| Loud dark iron | |
| Can't place where I am | |
| No clear signal | |
| Scraping dragging | |
| Fate pulls faces | |
| Crooked timber | |
| Steer me keep me sane | |
| Times’ attrition | |
| Grinds these landscapes | |
| Sifts them into shape | |
| My resistance | |
| To it’s pressure | |
| Buckles more each day | |
| Crooked timber | |
| That we can’t make straight | |
| My shade will comfort you |
| Miles away from | |
| Those that matter | |
| Unfamiliar place | |
| Hours bleed out and | |
| Days tail off then | |
| Night degrades to gray | |
| Crooked timber | |
| Keep me warm and safe | |
| Bells toll slowly | |
| Loud dark iron | |
| Can' t place where I am | |
| No clear signal | |
| Scraping dragging | |
| Fate pulls faces | |
| Crooked timber | |
| Steer me keep me sane | |
| Times' attrition | |
| Grinds these landscapes | |
| Sifts them into shape | |
| My resistance | |
| To it' s pressure | |
| Buckles more each day | |
| Crooked timber | |
| That we can' t make straight | |
| My shade will comfort you |
| Miles away from | |
| Those that matter | |
| Unfamiliar place | |
| Hours bleed out and | |
| Days tail off then | |
| Night degrades to gray | |
| Crooked timber | |
| Keep me warm and safe | |
| Bells toll slowly | |
| Loud dark iron | |
| Can' t place where I am | |
| No clear signal | |
| Scraping dragging | |
| Fate pulls faces | |
| Crooked timber | |
| Steer me keep me sane | |
| Times' attrition | |
| Grinds these landscapes | |
| Sifts them into shape | |
| My resistance | |
| To it' s pressure | |
| Buckles more each day | |
| Crooked timber | |
| That we can' t make straight | |
| My shade will comfort you |