| Song | Little Lion |
| Artist | Ephemera |
| Album | Sun |
| Not safe, not sure | |
| Less than ever before | |
| I cannot put a price on myself | |
| Like a little lion | |
| Trying to catch his tail | |
| I cannot keep on teasing myself | |
| So I'm going over familiar fields | |
| Almost blowing over familiar fields | |
| Comes more easily to me now | |
| Much more easily to me now | |
| So this may be the last words | |
| You will hear from me | |
| I cannot keep on telling lies to myself | |
| So I'm going over familiar fields | |
| Almost blowing over familiar fields | |
| Comes more easily to me now | |
| Much more easily to me now |