| Song | Toscana |
| Artist | Chamber |
| Album | L'Orchestre de Chamber Noir |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I close gently in my hand | |
| what I intend to keep | |
| let fall all the rest | |
| from basements backrooms and these | |
| cruel extremes | |
| take these thoughts from my head | |
| In the morning I see clearly | |
| that all was wrong | |
| and I'm just another going down | |
| The perfume from the cut | |
| makes me ache | |
| whiskey clouds thought | |
| drive reason away | |
| your love is as twisted as the world I see | |
| and all your touch is apology | |
| In the morning I see clearly | |
| that all was wrong | |
| and I'm just another going down |