| Song | Paperthin Hymn |
| Artist | Anberlin |
| Album | Best of Anberlin |
| When your only friends are hotel rooms | |
| Hands are distant lullabies | |
| If I could turn around I would tonight | |
| These roads never seemed so long | |
| Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone | |
| Will daybreak ever come? | |
| Who's gonna call on Sunday morning? | |
| Who's gonna drive you home? | |
| I just want one more chance | |
| To put my arms in fragile hands | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion | |
| These thoughts run through my head | |
| Over and over | |
| Complaints and violins become my only friends | |
| August evenings | |
| Bring solemn warnings | |
| To remember | |
| to kiss the ones you love goodnight | |
| You never know what temporal days may bring | |
| So Laugh, love, live free, and sing | |
| When life is in discord | |
| Praise ye the Lord | |
| Who's gonna call on Sunday morning? | |
| Who's gonna drive you home? | |
| I just want one more chance | |
| To put my arms in fragile hands | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion | |
| These thoughts run through my head | |
| Over and over | |
| Complaints and violins become my only friends | |
| Friends | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion | |
| These thoughts run through my head | |
| Over and over | |
| Complaints and violins become my only friends | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| （And over and over） | |
| These thoughts run through my head |
| When your only friends are hotel rooms | |
| Hands are distant lullabies | |
| If I could turn around I would tonight | |
| These roads never seemed so long | |
| Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone | |
| Will daybreak ever come? | |
| Who' s gonna call on Sunday morning? | |
| Who' s gonna drive you home? | |
| I just want one more chance | |
| To put my arms in fragile hands | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion | |
| These thoughts run through my head | |
| Over and over | |
| Complaints and violins become my only friends | |
| August evenings | |
| Bring solemn warnings | |
| To remember | |
| to kiss the ones you love goodnight | |
| You never know what temporal days may bring | |
| So Laugh, love, live free, and sing | |
| When life is in discord | |
| Praise ye the Lord | |
| Who' s gonna call on Sunday morning? | |
| Who' s gonna drive you home? | |
| I just want one more chance | |
| To put my arms in fragile hands | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion | |
| These thoughts run through my head | |
| Over and over | |
| Complaints and violins become my only friends | |
| Friends | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion | |
| These thoughts run through my head | |
| Over and over | |
| Complaints and violins become my only friends | |
| I thought you said forever | |
| Over and over | |
| And over and over | |
| These thoughts run through my head |