| We were two, ten, a hundred | 
| Barely in the twentieth century | 
| Getting up from my bed, morbid zen scene | 
| Attitude jeans, whiskey, laziness: classic portrait | 
| I love it | 
| My triple-locked block, brain locked | 
| A gray morning, a sweet morning, she softens me, she tastes good and I was told | 
| we make it all up | 
| (Dzzz) | 
| I bug | 
| Or am I bitten? | 
| People walk determined sidewalks | 
| Already on it's too late it's over | 
| I have to come out unscathed | 
| Run Away | 
| Life carries me or leads me but I'm so sick that I'm wrong | 
| stands or crutches | 
| From a distance I show myself a little strong and I investigate | 
| We were two, ten, a hundred | 
| We were two, ten, a hundred | 
| We were two, ten | 
| We were two, ten, a hundred | 
| Barely on the twentieth floor | 
| Got out of my bed it's zen orbit | 
| Destroyed, that's their goal | 
| Take a high on the booty and think small | 
| Hang out her heat for a fuck and see this | 
| It's cold, it's gray but you told me | 
| It's tight in your life, this place is small | 
| We choke, we eat | 
| We find each other, we get lost | 
| We're brooding in winter, help we're hiding in it | 
| (Pffff!) | 
| I get lost in beautiful sheets | 
| A pale beauty sleeps | 
| A look dance I would like | 
| I'm dying in my "neither love nor hate" | 
| We were two, ten, a hundred | 
| We were two, ten, a hundred | 
| We were two, ten | 
| We were two, ten, a hundred | 
| (We were two, ten, a hundred) | 
| (We were two, ten, a hundred) | 
| (We were two, ten) | 
| (We were two, ten, a hundred) |