| Song | Sick When We Kiss |
| Artist | Two Lone Swordsmen |
| Album | From The Double Gone Chapel |
| Tear me to pieces | |
| Do it for show | |
| Eloquent speeches | |
| Flick of the wrist | |
| Pressure increases | |
| Sure lets me know | |
| Taste of you teaches | |
| Sick when we kiss | |
| Coming down | |
| Like a space shuttle | |
| Head hurts | |
| Teeth rattle | |
| Walking around | |
| Playing spurned lover | |
| Limbs roll | |
| Eyes shudder | |
| Bursting banks | |
| Like the damned rivers | |
| Spine bombs | |
| Blood shivers | |
| Sickly sweet | |
| Just a gak yearning | |
| Touch cold | |
| Hair burning | |
| Give up the tactics | |
| Flag never raised | |
| Fuck the heroics | |
| Enemy lines | |
| She drops in hat tricks | |
| Then leaves for days | |
| Even the stoics | |
| Chop down the pines | |
| Fast on my crutches | |
| Slow for the bored | |
| Pure to the last drop | |
| Poison the first | |
| Out if your clutches | |
| Try to get cured | |
| Messages won't stop | |
| Summon the curse | |
| Make up a reason | |
| Validate calls | |
| Don't call it lying | |
| Covering tracks | |
| Shake down and treason | |
| Crumble the walls | |
| Gunned down while flying | |
| Bombing love shacks |