| The streets are silent | |
| A spokesman of the devil waves a hand written letter | |
| Another twist of fate | |
| Shadow by the lamp post | |
| A trench coat in the corner of the eye | |
| Confessions far too late | |
| When the shoulder you cried on collapsed under weight | |
| Did you walk away indifferent? | |
| Hearts and spades know the diamond | |
| Cannot be replaced | |
| By the clovers insignificance | |
| My song is silent | |
| The letter shed a new light upon the answers never questioned | |
| Your absences of late | |
| I left the room as the fires rages | |
| Erasing words in the fireplace | |
| The streets provide more shelter | |
| When a sacrifice is made | |
| When the shoulder you cried on collapsed under weight | |
| Did you walk away indifferent? | |
| Hearts and spades know the diamond | |
| Cannot be replaced | |
| By the clovers insignificance |