| Song | Fading Away |
| Artist | The Church |
| Album | Gold Afternoon Fix |
| Don't come to pieces in my hand | |
| White stars reflecting dust and sand | |
| That perfume makes me think of grief | |
| Shake the faith shake the belief | |
| Who's there to say that we're living this moment | |
| Feels like i'm in a play | |
| The sets and the props of this, your apartment | |
| Seem to be fading away, fading away | |
| So i wander through these rooms | |
| I feel the orbit of the moons | |
| And i dream what i become | |
| And all's forgotten by the sun |