| Cuts to the quick | |
| Pure emotion, a trip | |
| No word of a lie | |
| Pressed to your lips | |
| We collide, slowly twist | |
| Ardent and lithe | |
| Seeps into the ground | |
| Kisses the earth and | |
| I am found | |
| Love's young dream could be alien | |
| Strange ways how we fly | |
| Tuning low like a radio | |
| Whispering goodbye | |
| Just so it seems | |
| Softly potent, serene | |
| Vacant and shy | |
| You are everywhere | |
| Under my skin and in my hair | |
| Love's young dream could be alien | |
| Strange ways how we fly | |
| Tuning low like a radio | |
| Whispering goodbye | |
| Seeps into the ground | |
| Kisses the earth and | |
| I am found | |
| Love's young dream could be alien | |
| Strange ways how we fly | |
| Tuning low like a radio | |
| Whispering goodbye | |
| Love's young dream could be alien | |
| Strange ways how we fly | |
| Tuning low like a radio | |
| Whispering goodbye | |
| Love's young dream could be alien | |
| Strange ways how we fly | |
| Tuning low like a radio | |
| Whispering goodbye | |
| Love's young dream | |
| Could be serene | |
| So alien |