| Song | Grace |
| Artist | Moby |
| Album | I Like to Score |
| Locked in a kiss, outsiders cease to exist | |
| We'll shut it out (of the fist) | |
| Outsiders cease to exist | |
| We'll shut it out | |
| Eight o'clock, the lights are on at | |
| SheaPhone turned down, we've nothing much to say | |
| Dozing off the | |
| TV dronesHouse key makes them turn and glance for home | |
| Locked in a kiss, outsiders cease to exist | |
| Flayed of the fist | |
| Outsiders cease to exist | |
| We'll shut it out |