| Lyrics | Song Title | Album |
| 'And the grandson of an alien/Wears his snakeskin boots | |
| '...but then I want to call you/'cause I don't wanna crush you, but I feel like crushing you...' | |
| '...turn my castles blue/turn my bones to sand/just to see you... | |
| 'I don't see lightning like last fall/when it was always about to hit me...' | |
| '...like an art house foreign movie/frank and sexy red balloons and ennui...' | |
| 'Phone call rings and your voice is desire/then winter moves into summer fires...' | |
| 'Something clean let me be clever/Hey oh well whatever, but that's not what I mean...' | |
| 'Bring me the sun, 'cause I'd slide off the moon...' | |
| 'Horny and burned out now/That's how it always ends for me yeah...' | |
| '...the velvet it rips in the city/we tripped on the urge to feel alive...' | |