| Song | Fragment Two |
| Artist | These New Puritans |
| Album | Field of Reeds |
| In between the ring notes where the stars are hiding | |
| In the way, till another moon wakes | |
| There is something there | |
| And the money games from | |
| Every word in silence | |
| In crushed glass by the train line | |
| There is something there | |
| Something is there | |
| In between the islands where we used to swim | |
| To a place, I am on my way | |
| I am on my way | |
| I swim to addition | |
| I can circle my thoughts | |
| Fake feelings | |
| I swim | |
| I swim |