| Song | Glad |
| Artist | Glasser |
| Album | Ring |
| Somebody said | |
| "Hey, slow down. Wait for me. | |
| Why wait for me at all?" | |
| Then I said, "There's a person willingly will leave. | |
| We'll follow him too far." | |
| While we're marching in a circle | |
| There's a fire in your eyes | |
| Fire is come to burn the truth, burns all | |
| While we wait around to die | |
| Hold me closer, break your trembling | |
| Never thought I'd see you cry | |
| Now I steal a kiss young ladies | |
| And prepare to watch them fly |