Alba s touto skladbou:
61 Penn,
Broken fragments of my memory
And I watch them as they fall
And as they hit the floor they shatter
Forever lost inside this fog
Something about today has got me thinking
That I had it wrong
And as the sunshine blankets my face
It feels that nothing is wrong
I’ve walked these streets my whole life
Enamored by its beauty every single time
I tore the stars down from the sky
You stomped on them, you claimed their light was
Never really bright enough
Closed eyes to a world that you don’t want to see
Your being always bothered me
19 years of my life spent feeling cold
When right beside was warmth and my own home
But what was I to do?
Still sifting through the fog
Still feeling wrong, but I’ve got to go on
I think I beat the cold
I can finally feel the warmth
I can finally feel the warmth
And I sing Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
I still love this place (Whoa)
I still love this place (Whoa)
I still love this place (Whoa)
I still love this place (Whoa)
I still love this place (Whoa)
I still love this place (Whoa)
