'Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you left
And when I saw dried paint and your scribbled initials
I acted like I could care less while my thumb press to the paper
I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it
Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams
And ghostly images of black trains
Now seeing every page is turned away
I wanted to own your portrait
Wanted to have it
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
| 1 | Twice |
| 2 | Paris |
| 3 | Cat Rider |
| 4 | Ritual Union |
| 5 | Only One |
| 6 | Pink Cloud |
| 7 | Feather |
| 8 | Shuffle A Dream |