| Song | Six And Three Quarters |
| Artist | Ipso Facto |
| Album | Six And Three Quarters/Circle Of Fifths |
| In between the black and white, | |
| Where concentration can’t be held | |
| Confusing in grey haze | |
| Endless fleeting visions are | |
| wasted in this | |
| No mans land | |
| More than six and a half | |
| Seven’s to far, you’re running to far | |
| It’s somewhere in between | |
| Here lie three numbers unlocking | |
| secrets untold | |
| A crescendo of whispers | |
| Sing softly to our ears | |
| Our future’s born in black or white | |
| Or six or seven, left or right | |
| Gaze trough the gray haze | |
| A clue in a mask shows your vague | |
| fragments of | |
| Alternate endings | |
| More than six and a half | |
| Seven’s to far, you’re running to far | |
| It’s somewhere in between | |
| Here lie three numbers unlocking | |
| secrets untold | |
| A crescendo of whispers | |
| Sing softly to our ears | |
| ...Sing softly to our ears | |
| In between the black and white, | |
| Where concentration can’t be held | |
| Confusing in grey haze | |
| Endless fleeting visions are | |
| wasted in this | |
| No mans land | |
| More than six and a half | |
| Seven’s to far, you’re running to far | |
| It’s somewhere in between | |
| Here lie three numbers unlocking | |
| secrets untold | |
| A crescendo of whispers | |
| Sing softly to our ears |
| In between the black and white, | |
| Where concentration can' t be held | |
| Confusing in grey haze | |
| Endless fleeting visions are | |
| wasted in this | |
| No mans land | |
| More than six and a half | |
| Seven' s to far, you' re running to far | |
| It' s somewhere in between | |
| Here lie three numbers unlocking | |
| secrets untold | |
| A crescendo of whispers | |
| Sing softly to our ears | |
| Our future' s born in black or white | |
| Or six or seven, left or right | |
| Gaze trough the gray haze | |
| A clue in a mask shows your vague | |
| fragments of | |
| Alternate endings | |
| More than six and a half | |
| Seven' s to far, you' re running to far | |
| It' s somewhere in between | |
| Here lie three numbers unlocking | |
| secrets untold | |
| A crescendo of whispers | |
| Sing softly to our ears | |
| ... Sing softly to our ears | |
| In between the black and white, | |
| Where concentration can' t be held | |
| Confusing in grey haze | |
| Endless fleeting visions are | |
| wasted in this | |
| No mans land | |
| More than six and a half | |
| Seven' s to far, you' re running to far | |
| It' s somewhere in between | |
| Here lie three numbers unlocking | |
| secrets untold | |
| A crescendo of whispers | |
| Sing softly to our ears |