| Song | Stories |
| Artist | Pleasure |
| Album | Kenzo Parfums Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Monday arrived exactly when she said she would | |
| Sent a wide-eyed sun to find | |
| some signs of life inside my bed | |
| Tuesday's on fire | |
| Pulled up the socks and watched the clock | |
| and swore that she would never follow suit | |
| I used to chase the hours, hour upon hour | |
| Craving merit, craving credit | |
| wishing I was only new | |
| But suddenly I'm not so easily led | |
| Let the winds blow right over your head | |
| I'm in the mood for stories | |
| So let the days grow old (repeat) |