Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By The Decemberists, Angel, won't you call me?
Could I be the only?
By The Decemberists, I'm really sorry Steven,
But your bicycle's been stolen.
I
By The Decemberists, Truly with his thorns in your side and
you don't
By The Decemberists, My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
In pre-war Paris
By The Decemberists, Sweet Anabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As
By The Decemberists, By the bumper cars
In the pretty twining light
I may have