| Song | American Eyes |
| Artist | Bush |
| Album | The People That We Love |
| Bush | |
| Miscellaneous | |
| American Eyes | |
| You drop the bomb | |
| Using all your chlorine | |
| You find yourself | |
| So far down it’s normal | |
| There a defeat | |
| The slow burn comes | |
| To carry back | |
| To earth or where you’re from | |
| You feed me whole | |
| Varied nutrients | |
| I lost control | |
| I trashed all my instincts | |
| I wanted to escape | |
| To feel nothing at all | |
| Cause they are alive | |
| You spoke to me | |
| Broken disguise | |
| Of my empathy | |
| My Valentine | |
| She wrote to me | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| England has gone | |
| The way of the gypsies | |
| We do what we can | |
| Within the systems | |
| I hope you feel the Earth turn inside of you | |
| Cause they are alive | |
| You spoke to me | |
| Broken disguise | |
| Of my empathy | |
| American eyes so close to me | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| A heavy load | |
| And a fucked up system | |
| You’re on your own | |
| With all you instance | |
| All you see is all you get | |
| Surfing on the waves of promises | |
| My Valentine | |
| She wrote to me | |
| American eyes | |
| So close to me | |
| American eyes | |
| So close to me | |
| American eyes | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| American eyes | |
| American eyes | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| American eyes |
| Bush | |
| Miscellaneous | |
| American Eyes | |
| You drop the bomb | |
| Using all your chlorine | |
| You find yourself | |
| So far down it' s normal | |
| There a defeat | |
| The slow burn comes | |
| To carry back | |
| To earth or where you' re from | |
| You feed me whole | |
| Varied nutrients | |
| I lost control | |
| I trashed all my instincts | |
| I wanted to escape | |
| To feel nothing at all | |
| Cause they are alive | |
| You spoke to me | |
| Broken disguise | |
| Of my empathy | |
| My Valentine | |
| She wrote to me | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| England has gone | |
| The way of the gypsies | |
| We do what we can | |
| Within the systems | |
| I hope you feel the Earth turn inside of you | |
| Cause they are alive | |
| You spoke to me | |
| Broken disguise | |
| Of my empathy | |
| American eyes so close to me | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| A heavy load | |
| And a fucked up system | |
| You' re on your own | |
| With all you instance | |
| All you see is all you get | |
| Surfing on the waves of promises | |
| My Valentine | |
| She wrote to me | |
| American eyes | |
| So close to me | |
| American eyes | |
| So close to me | |
| American eyes | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| American eyes | |
| American eyes | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| Will you ever come again | |
| American eyes |