| Clouds roll by | |
| Reeling is what they say | |
| Or is it just my way? | |
| Wind blows by, low light | |
| Side-tracked, low light | |
| Can't see my tracks, your scent-way back | |
| Can I be here all alone? | |
| Clear a path to my home | |
| Blood runs dry | |
| Books and jealousy tell me wrong | |
| All I feel, calm | |
| Voice blows by, low light | |
| Car crash, low light | |
| Can't wear my mask, your first, my last | |
| Voice goes by | |
| Two birds is what they'll see | |
| Getting lost upon their way | |
| Wind rolls by, low light | |
| Eye sight, low light | |
| I need the light | |
| I'll find my way from wrong, what's real? | |
| The dream I see |