Alba s touto skladbou:
Refugee,
The screaming was silver, the silence was gold
The skin felt so warm, the blood ran so cold
I felt like a character that dies in the end
The credits roll quickly, the frames blur and blend
the fades were in genius, the cuts were so clean
if i could just realize what they meant to me
what have i done as i'm holding the gun
i murdered this love now, i'm on the run
On the silver screen
ride off in the sunset with me
the curtains would close and the credits would roll
on the silver screen
a fugitive running when bad times arrive
me and my heart wanted dead or alive
send out the hounds to pick up the scent
put up some posters to find where your love went
on the silver screen
ride off in the sunset with me
the curtains would close and the credits would roll
on the silver screen
i pictured a sun setting on a small town
where music was playing on snow covered grounds
the smell of your sweet skin was too much to bare
to reach out and touch, to play with your hair
On the silver screen
ride off in the sunset with me
the curtains would close and the credits would roll
on the silver screen
the curtains would close and the credits would roll
on the silver screen
