Hands On My Suitcase
I'm Sitting On Cold Stairs
Several Nights Longer To Live
Won't Still My Hunger
So We Wanna Dance - Somebodys Dance
So We Wanna Kiss - Somebodys Lips
ou And Me Will Fly Across The Ocean
On A Silver Stream In A Superpain Emotion
Cruel But Warm It's A Crime In Gods Own Season
We Belong On A Ride Without A Reason
She Stands At The Bus Stop
Got A Tear On Her Nosetop
Constantly Happyness Can't
Be Good For You She Says
So We Wanna Dance...