| Song | Like Home |
| Artist | Musee Mecanique |
| Album | Q - Born in the USA |
| Take precious things away, | |
| With clouds and tape, | |
| Strike up the bell to play, | |
| And walk down to the lake, | |
| Hold this ghost, | |
| Sweet unknown, | |
| Hold this ghost, | |
| Feels like home, | |
| Pack all your words in case, | |
| We take them all away, | |
| Find us the darkest space, | |
| In time can't quite taste, | |
| Hold this ghost, | |
| Feels like home, | |
| Hold this ghost, | |
| Sweet unknown... |