| Song | Greenest Grass |
| Artist | Room Eleven |
| Album | Six White Russians And A Pink Pussycat |
| My shoe lace is tied to yours | |
| Connects me to your endless shore | |
| Sea of me drinks your land | |
| My heart beats your rhytm | |
| I am in your hand | |
| Counting your moles | |
| No need to look for goals | |
| As my destination is you | |
| And reading your life review | |
| I remember running around in the greenest grass | |
| Chasing each other laughing in a late summer light | |
| With every step I had the feeling that life had just begun | |
| The palace with the white walls | |
| With the shades of daylight | |
| Where I was a burglar of my own happiness | |
| Where I felt like an oversized partydress | |
| Oh you know that raising my voice | |
| Wouldnt be my choice | |
| My words won’t beat you up, no | |
| They’ll only describe the whipped cream on top |
| My shoe lace is tied to yours | |
| Connects me to your endless shore | |
| Sea of me drinks your land | |
| My heart beats your rhytm | |
| I am in your hand | |
| Counting your moles | |
| No need to look for goals | |
| As my destination is you | |
| And reading your life review | |
| I remember running around in the greenest grass | |
| Chasing each other laughing in a late summer light | |
| With every step I had the feeling that life had just begun | |
| The palace with the white walls | |
| With the shades of daylight | |
| Where I was a burglar of my own happiness | |
| Where I felt like an oversized partydress | |
| Oh you know that raising my voice | |
| Wouldnt be my choice | |
| My words won' t beat you up, no | |
| They' ll only describe the whipped cream on top |