| Song | Aurora |
| Artist | A Silent Film |
| Album | The City That Sleeps |
| Aurora my love | |
| Do not scrutinize | |
| A slap on the wrists | |
| Feels like soap to my eyes | |
| Should a slip of my tongue | |
| Be a bullet in your gun | |
| Aurora my love, | |
| I'm leaving | |
| Aurora my love | |
| You can tell me what to think | |
| Like I am your patient | |
| And you are my shrink | |
| But the more you guide my hand | |
| The less I'll understand | |
| Aurora my love, | |
| I'm leaving | |
| Isn't it time you pushed yourself on someone else? |