andrew belle
i don't know what's happening
palpitations of
white is snow
and the coffee's on
maturation of
all you remember
all your secret doorways
battle's not with flesh and blood
my good fortune
i never came across a spark worth faking
i should have told you
i never really had a heart for the taking
like a cartoon
i tried to pull your head the other way around
ooh ooh ooh