Alba s touto skladbou:
The Wild Hunt,
Oh, meet me when the morning fails
On the fields of desire
Oh, meet me when I lost my part
In the choir of dusk
Where the promise to lead what is right
As we both know how fields will turn white
And know I will never speak of days
Cause I know you won't count them
No we have never grown a day
From the poison we shared
And we're walking our crooked backs home
But will we ever confess what we've done
Guess we're still kids on the run
And no we will never be a part
Of the pictures once taken
When we're feeding fire with the flames
Till no memories gone
And the cold sky will write us a song
But will we ever confess what we've done
Guess we're still kids on the run
And the reflections in their eyes
Sure could paint us as killers
Oh, I'll be there
And til the terror of our time
Could forgive us as lovers
Oh, lets break some hearts
And no I will never speak of ways
'Cause I know you wont try them
But all the weapons raining from the sky
Will be ours to embrace
And the cold sky will write us a song
But will we ever confess what we've done
Guess we're still kids on the run
