| Song | Creatures of Habit |
| Artist | Elegy |
| Album | Principles of Pain |
| An' just like she said you would | |
| Suddenly there you stand | |
| Knocking on hell's own door | |
| Innocently, your eyes open wide | |
| Unlike creatures of habit | |
| We can act very strange | |
| While dealing with emotions | |
| And matters close to the heart | |
| To be so arrogant, yet na?ve | |
| Expecting to be welcomed back | |
| Gone are those happy days | |
| A distant past, out of love came deceit | |
| Close to the heart... | |
| Matters close to the heart | |
| Close to the heart... |