| Song | New Histories |
| Artist | Brooke Fraser |
| Album | Brutal Romantic |
| Blind man on a broken beam | |
| Sharks circling under | |
| Fine frenzies and rosy scenes | |
| I don’t know which you are to me | |
| Time passes for everyone | |
| New histories, same old sun | |
| One flame ignites, another dies | |
| No one gets out of here alive | |
| And I wait | |
| I stare at the space you left | |
| It stares back unimpressed | |
| I said I was sorry | |
| Now when will you come home to me | |
| And I wait | |
| Something’s gotta give, oh can’t you see | |
| Someone’s gonna win eventually | |
| We could write a new history | |
| Oh, let’s write our new history |
| Blind man on a broken beam | |
| Sharks circling under | |
| Fine frenzies and rosy scenes | |
| I don' t know which you are to me | |
| Time passes for everyone | |
| New histories, same old sun | |
| One flame ignites, another dies | |
| No one gets out of here alive | |
| And I wait | |
| I stare at the space you left | |
| It stares back unimpressed | |
| I said I was sorry | |
| Now when will you come home to me | |
| And I wait | |
| Something' s gotta give, oh can' t you see | |
| Someone' s gonna win eventually | |
| We could write a new history | |
| Oh, let' s write our new history |