| Song | Jump the Track |
| Artist | Emilie Autumn |
| Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In this light | |
| The dust is visible | |
| Glowing | |
| Golden atmosphere | |
| Even the air I breathe | |
| Is full of memories | |
| Shades of others | |
| Bathe my skin | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth would ever know | |
| If I slipped into the other side | |
| Without making a sound | |
| Without blinking an eye | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| Still the wheels are turning | |
| Landscapes echo in my mind | |
| Flying past my windows | |
| How could anyone fear this place | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth | |
| Would ever guess | |
| If I crossed this fragile strand that binds | |
| Without making a noise | |
| Without skipping a beat | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| And what were specters now have faces | |
| Casting light | |
| In darkened places | |
| Those that I have loved | |
| Are with me | |
| Never gone | |
| But ever drifting | |
| Through the threads of my existence | |
| Courses | |
| Running | |
| Side by side | |
| Paths entwining | |
| Realigning | |
| Meeting past the great divide | |
| In the realm where phantoms hide | |
| Sanctified | |
| Occupied | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth would ever care | |
| If I slipped away before my time | |
| Without saying a word | |
| Without praying to god | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| I could jump the track | |
| I could jump… |
| In this light | |
| The dust is visible | |
| Glowing | |
| Golden atmosphere | |
| Even the air I breathe | |
| Is full of memories | |
| Shades of others | |
| Bathe my skin | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth would ever know | |
| If I slipped into the other side | |
| Without making a sound | |
| Without blinking an eye | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| Still the wheels are turning | |
| Landscapes echo in my mind | |
| Flying past my windows | |
| How could anyone fear this place | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth | |
| Would ever guess | |
| If I crossed this fragile strand that binds | |
| Without making a noise | |
| Without skipping a beat | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| And what were specters now have faces | |
| Casting light | |
| In darkened places | |
| Those that I have loved | |
| Are with me | |
| Never gone | |
| But ever drifting | |
| Through the threads of my existence | |
| Courses | |
| Running | |
| Side by side | |
| Paths entwining | |
| Realigning | |
| Meeting past the great divide | |
| In the realm where phantoms hide | |
| Sanctified | |
| Occupied | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth would ever care | |
| If I slipped away before my time | |
| Without saying a word | |
| Without praying to god | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| I could jump the track | |
| I could jump |
| In this light | |
| The dust is visible | |
| Glowing | |
| Golden atmosphere | |
| Even the air I breathe | |
| Is full of memories | |
| Shades of others | |
| Bathe my skin | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth would ever know | |
| If I slipped into the other side | |
| Without making a sound | |
| Without blinking an eye | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| Still the wheels are turning | |
| Landscapes echo in my mind | |
| Flying past my windows | |
| How could anyone fear this place | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth | |
| Would ever guess | |
| If I crossed this fragile strand that binds | |
| Without making a noise | |
| Without skipping a beat | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| And what were specters now have faces | |
| Casting light | |
| In darkened places | |
| Those that I have loved | |
| Are with me | |
| Never gone | |
| But ever drifting | |
| Through the threads of my existence | |
| Courses | |
| Running | |
| Side by side | |
| Paths entwining | |
| Realigning | |
| Meeting past the great divide | |
| In the realm where phantoms hide | |
| Sanctified | |
| Occupied | |
| And since I am alone | |
| I wonder | |
| Who on earth would ever care | |
| If I slipped away before my time | |
| Without saying a word | |
| Without praying to god | |
| Without slowing down at all | |
| I could jump the track | |
| I could jump the track | |
| I could jump |