Alba s touto skladbou:
The Art Of Doing Nothing,
A morning belle to raise the dead
A ray of hope that lights ahead
Forever, everything is leading a song
We´re waiting for the morning belle
Before I lay, a place to rest
I hope today we will be friends
Forever sitting with the mortals and angels
Waiting for a morning belle
I was a long long way from home
You were in search of the lost and found
There was a cold beacon on my tongue
It takes a good man to know he´s down
After the crash came a hit of stars
It was the call of indulging ghosts
It was the turn up in there, phone frozen
And she opened up the door
And now here comes a fire
Tearing up the walls
In the end
When this is over
She´s a morning belle
All the open candles
We´re moving towards the love
Think of the ashes
She´s a morning belle
A beating drum, the lonely sound
A broken glass
All the leftovers on the ground
If there´s a call won´t you call me here
If there´s a God does she know my name
It was the turn of the earth on frozen
And she´s going herself and show
Our melody...
She´s a morning belle
Here comes a fire
Tearing up the walls
In the end
When this is over
She´s a morning belle
All the open candles
We´re moving towards the love
Think of the ashes
She´s a morning belle
A morning belle to raise the dead
A morning belle that lights ahead
