| Song | Playtime |
| Artist | Cindytalk |
| Album | In This World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm with you tonight | |
| Without mask or clothes | |
| I'm in your hands | |
| Like a leper I crawl and hide | |
| Burnt by the sunlight | |
| And chased by the cold | |
| We're in some strangely-lit room | |
| No signs of decay | |
| Until twilight falls over us | |
| To show us our way | |
| Beyond the comfort of loneliness | |
| We follow our footsteps | |
| Dancing | |
| Dancing | |
| What can we take from the collision of two bodies | |
| Without an accidents | |
| Oh, thing of love…memories | |
| And just to touch something | |
| Just to taste without spitting out | |
| Without throwing up | |
| Oh, thing of love…caressing | |
| And now it’s playtime | |
| And some pathway through a laugh | |
| And a jolt and a laugh | |
| Your train stations are my radio-waves | |
| In no-man’s land | |
| Some kind of romance |
| I' m with you tonight | |
| Without mask or clothes | |
| I' m in your hands | |
| Like a leper I crawl and hide | |
| Burnt by the sunlight | |
| And chased by the cold | |
| We' re in some strangelylit room | |
| No signs of decay | |
| Until twilight falls over us | |
| To show us our way | |
| Beyond the comfort of loneliness | |
| We follow our footsteps | |
| Dancing | |
| Dancing | |
| What can we take from the collision of two bodies | |
| Without an accidents | |
| Oh, thing of love memories | |
| And just to touch something | |
| Just to taste without spitting out | |
| Without throwing up | |
| Oh, thing of love caressing | |
| And now it' s playtime | |
| And some pathway through a laugh | |
| And a jolt and a laugh | |
| Your train stations are my radiowaves | |
| In noman' s land | |
| Some kind of romance |
| I' m with you tonight | |
| Without mask or clothes | |
| I' m in your hands | |
| Like a leper I crawl and hide | |
| Burnt by the sunlight | |
| And chased by the cold | |
| We' re in some strangelylit room | |
| No signs of decay | |
| Until twilight falls over us | |
| To show us our way | |
| Beyond the comfort of loneliness | |
| We follow our footsteps | |
| Dancing | |
| Dancing | |
| What can we take from the collision of two bodies | |
| Without an accidents | |
| Oh, thing of love memories | |
| And just to touch something | |
| Just to taste without spitting out | |
| Without throwing up | |
| Oh, thing of love caressing | |
| And now it' s playtime | |
| And some pathway through a laugh | |
| And a jolt and a laugh | |
| Your train stations are my radiowaves | |
| In noman' s land | |
| Some kind of romance |