 
We were sitting at the head of a car 
And her lips were dry and parched 
And we turned to each other 
We were listening to "Suspicious Minds" 
CHORUS 
And we're cracking codes and combinations 
And we're thinking 
What if we don't get what we want 
SWell, you kick away your golden shoes 
Counting what you can afford to lose 
And I can't treat you casually 
We are not fond of misery 
CHORUS 
On the frozen lake of memory 
You were asking me about my dream 
And we're turning to each other 
And we are so primitive 
CHORUS
| 1 | More | 
| 2 | Dirty Little Rat | 
| 3 | Unbound | 
| 4 | Going Under | 
| 5 | Unconscience | 
| 6 | Moment Of Clarity | 
| 7 | Saviour | 
| 8 | Lift You Up | 
| 9 | The Estrangement | 
| 10 | The Golden Age |