| Song | No Words Now |
| Artist | Pieta Brown |
| Album | Mercury |
| No wordsNo words now | |
| There’s not much use | |
| In wondering how | |
| Oh youYou serenaded my mind& | |
| I never was the easy kind | |
| Something started | |
| It was long ago | |
| SomewhereI will never know | |
| There are so many things | |
| I can’t put my finger on | |
| Like the faded pulse | |
| Of an ancient dawn& a wandering sky | |
| Giving way to dust | |
| Over fields of plastic | |
| With no chance of rust | |
| No wordsNo words now | |
| There’s not much use | |
| In wondering how | |
| Oh youYou serenaded my mind& | |
| I never was the easy kind | |
| Here in the dark | |
| A magnetic stream& the aftermath | |
| With a wicked sheen | |
| There’s sun in the country | |
| There’s blood on the cement | |
| I can sing my songs | |
| But I cant pay my rent | |
| But on a night like this | |
| Time holding still | |
| I can still close my eyes& listen to those hills | |
| No wordsNo words now | |
| There’s not much use | |
| In wondering how | |
| Oh youYou serenaded my mind& | |
| I never was the easy kind | |
| Oh you…You serenaded my mind& | |
| I never was the easy kind |
| No wordsNo words now | |
| There' s not much use | |
| In wondering how | |
| Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
| I never was the easy kind | |
| Something started | |
| It was long ago | |
| SomewhereI will never know | |
| There are so many things | |
| I can' t put my finger on | |
| Like the faded pulse | |
| Of an ancient dawn a wandering sky | |
| Giving way to dust | |
| Over fields of plastic | |
| With no chance of rust | |
| No wordsNo words now | |
| There' s not much use | |
| In wondering how | |
| Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
| I never was the easy kind | |
| Here in the dark | |
| A magnetic stream the aftermath | |
| With a wicked sheen | |
| There' s sun in the country | |
| There' s blood on the cement | |
| I can sing my songs | |
| But I cant pay my rent | |
| But on a night like this | |
| Time holding still | |
| I can still close my eyes listen to those hills | |
| No wordsNo words now | |
| There' s not much use | |
| In wondering how | |
| Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
| I never was the easy kind | |
| Oh you You serenaded my mind | |
| I never was the easy kind |