| Song | On The Occasion Of Wet Snow |
| Artist | The Sound of Animals Fighting |
| Album | The Ocean and The Sun |
| There's a choir always | |
| Softly scream | |
| They will just send praises | |
| Of humanity | |
| Any shortcoming lighting more | |
| The sky and fields | |
| brought me feeling and him his master all | |
| He thought it special | |
| My feelings rose in circles | |
| No longer need | |
| A regret | |
| A cure | |
| Slip knot flat footed come again | |
| Lift like that clip its off and in | |
| Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
| Write down the flames of feather part | |
| Just what she warned but never said | |
| They’re sleeping sound and far away | |
| To the constant Christmas lights | |
| There were low supplies | |
| Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
| Oh, I was sleeping on a train | |
| It's a difference I can see | |
| They're sleeping sound and far away | |
| No longer need | |
| A regret | |
| A cure | |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| There' s a choir always | |
| Softly scream | |
| They will just send praises | |
| Of humanity | |
| Any shortcoming lighting more | |
| The sky and fields | |
| brought me feeling and him his master all | |
| He thought it special | |
| My feelings rose in circles | |
| No longer need | |
| A regret | |
| A cure | |
| Slip knot flat footed come again | |
| Lift like that clip its off and in | |
| Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
| Write down the flames of feather part | |
| Just what she warned but never said | |
| They' re sleeping sound and far away | |
| To the constant Christmas lights | |
| There were low supplies | |
| Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
| Oh, I was sleeping on a train | |
| It' s a difference I can see | |
| They' re sleeping sound and far away | |
| No longer need | |
| A regret | |
| A cure | |
| Hey, hey, hey |