Alba s touto skladbou:
Narrow Stairs ,
The Sweetest Punch,
Narrow Stairs,
His head was a city of paper buildings
And the echoes that remained
Of old friends and lovers
Their features bleeding together in his brain
Once it started it's harder to tell them apart
He was always distracted
By the very mention of an open door
'Cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder
The television was snowing softly
As she hunted for her keys
She said she never envisioned
Him the type of person capable of such deceit
And they carried on like long division
Cause it was clear with every page
Oh, that they were further away
From a solution that would play
Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder
Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder
Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder
Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder
He has sworn not to be what he'd been before
To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder
To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder
To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder
To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder
To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder
