| You were mine | |
| Pretty flowers in the gardens of town | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Change or the rain comes down | |
| You were mine | |
| But now it's the end of the inbetween | |
| Gone are the days | |
| When the ammunition was clean | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Outside Stories of misdemeanours grow | |
| Seeing the blade in the rays | |
| Running for cover they go | |
| To late How they come and how they fall | |
| Baby cradle and all | |
| Baby cradle and all | |
| Close the door | |
| Though it seems like we only kissed hello | |
| It looks like it's time to go | |
| It looks like it's time to go | |
| In the light | |
| Somehow the craziness dissolves | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Change or we end it all | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Change or the sun won't | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Change or the sun won't | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Change or the sun won't | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Change or the sun won't | |
| Change or the sun won't shine | |
| Change or the sun won't |