| Song | Bicycles |
| Artist | The Clientele |
| Album | A Fading Summer EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet with rain | |
| August now has faded in the silence of the rain | |
| I remember one Sunday, riding in through the gate | |
| Three balloons in a white sky, 1978, la la la | |
| Playgrounds where we spent our days | |
| Return within our dreams, what it is, it isn't up to me | |
| I've been driving in my car on Sunday in the rain | |
| And my life is slipping so away |