| Song | Southernmost |
| Artist | The Lucksmiths |
| Album | Happy Secret |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Weekends away: | |
| These were the happiest days | |
| Ill with the thrill of the chase | |
| They’d take a train | |
| Take off Friday for the coast | |
| In summer they’d go southernmost | |
| Where the sky was swimming-pool blue | |
| And the swimming pool was too | |
| And every single weekend | |
| They’d dive in at the deep end | |
| And come Monday morning | |
| His skin still smelled like chlorine | |
| Remember when forever seemed just fine? | |
| Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine | |
| They’d sit up all night talking | |
| Now she’s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman | |
| And every single weekend | |
| The divide between them deepens | |
| A curse across the kitchen | |
| He might still be within spitting distance | |
| But there’s only one way to find out... | |
| Take heart | |
| Take a train to the coast | |
| Take heart | |
| Take a train southernmost | |
| Take heart |
| Weekends away: | |
| These were the happiest days | |
| Ill with the thrill of the chase | |
| They' d take a train | |
| Take off Friday for the coast | |
| In summer they' d go southernmost | |
| Where the sky was swimmingpool blue | |
| And the swimming pool was too | |
| And every single weekend | |
| They' d dive in at the deep end | |
| And come Monday morning | |
| His skin still smelled like chlorine | |
| Remember when forever seemed just fine? | |
| Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine | |
| They' d sit up all night talking | |
| Now she' s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman | |
| And every single weekend | |
| The divide between them deepens | |
| A curse across the kitchen | |
| He might still be within spitting distance | |
| But there' s only one way to find out... | |
| Take heart | |
| Take a train to the coast | |
| Take heart | |
| Take a train southernmost | |
| Take heart |
| Weekends away: | |
| These were the happiest days | |
| Ill with the thrill of the chase | |
| They' d take a train | |
| Take off Friday for the coast | |
| In summer they' d go southernmost | |
| Where the sky was swimmingpool blue | |
| And the swimming pool was too | |
| And every single weekend | |
| They' d dive in at the deep end | |
| And come Monday morning | |
| His skin still smelled like chlorine | |
| Remember when forever seemed just fine? | |
| Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine | |
| They' d sit up all night talking | |
| Now she' s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman | |
| And every single weekend | |
| The divide between them deepens | |
| A curse across the kitchen | |
| He might still be within spitting distance | |
| But there' s only one way to find out... | |
| Take heart | |
| Take a train to the coast | |
| Take heart | |
| Take a train southernmost | |
| Take heart |