| Song | Waterlogged |
| Artist | Brooke Waggoner |
| Album | Originator |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the morning there’s a victory, | |
| For I claimed another night. | |
| It’s just one more notch I carve into my belt, | |
| See the roses climb my window | |
| And it sweeps me off my feet, | |
| What a perfect sight to call my very own | |
| But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
| And the stillness of this sickness | |
| Yea, it sinks inside my bones. | |
| Underneath my clothes it nags, it won’t let go. | |
| In the fibers of my body, | |
| They are tired and they are worn, | |
| So they nourish in the coolness of the day. | |
| But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
| I love my life. Oh, I love my time. |
| In the morning there' s a victory, | |
| For I claimed another night. | |
| It' s just one more notch I carve into my belt, | |
| See the roses climb my window | |
| And it sweeps me off my feet, | |
| What a perfect sight to call my very own | |
| But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
| And the stillness of this sickness | |
| Yea, it sinks inside my bones. | |
| Underneath my clothes it nags, it won' t let go. | |
| In the fibers of my body, | |
| They are tired and they are worn, | |
| So they nourish in the coolness of the day. | |
| But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
| I love my life. Oh, I love my time. |
| In the morning there' s a victory, | |
| For I claimed another night. | |
| It' s just one more notch I carve into my belt, | |
| See the roses climb my window | |
| And it sweeps me off my feet, | |
| What a perfect sight to call my very own | |
| But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
| And the stillness of this sickness | |
| Yea, it sinks inside my bones. | |
| Underneath my clothes it nags, it won' t let go. | |
| In the fibers of my body, | |
| They are tired and they are worn, | |
| So they nourish in the coolness of the day. | |
| But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
| I love my life. Oh, I love my time. |