| Song | Alan & Dawn |
| Artist | Benoît Pioulard |
| Album | Précis |
| Buds on the trees, weak in the knees with a new heart | |
| Sing to the sky, oh might we try to make a true art | |
| Sick to the end, oh won't you lend this a new start | |
| Valve fire | |
| Sad that the seas don't topple the trees cos they have their ways | |
| Cross all your Ts & come down with me so we can call off all day | |
| Sung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small part | |
| Course through |