Hit The Fall In Stride
Knowing Where To Go
Finding Out In Time
What We Need To Know

Letters Posted To Old Addresses
Looking For The Same Words
There's No Need For A Reason
To Celebrate Anyway

We've Got A Secret
We Keep To Ourselves
Hide Away, Bruise-violet Days
When She's At Her Worst
She Still Turns Me On
Hide Away, Bruise-violet Days

Like A House On Fire
We Destroy Our Past
Better Than Before
Maybe This Could Last

And If It's Raining,
Let It Come Down Now.