| Song | Sore Thumb |
| Artist | We Were Promised Jetpacks |
| Album | In the Pit of the Stomach |
| Retrace all my steps, which helps when | |
| I start to forget. | |
| You stick out to me, like the sorest of thumbs ever seen. | |
| I pray my whole day, to see what disasters we live that could call out her name | |
| And then wait | |
| Lets see what comes crawling back in, | |
| I recover |