| Brown eyed | ||
| Angel | ||
| Slipping into my | ||
| Thoughts | ||
| Heart | ||
| Why | ||
| Now | ||
| When my | ||
| Heart had | ||
| Chilled | ||
| What am I | ||
| Feeling | ||
| Can | ||
| Never | ||
| Be | ||
| How could I | ||
| Let myself | ||
| Long for | ||
| Another’s | ||
| Caress | ||
| Thought | ||
| I had | ||
| Relegated that to the | ||
| Past | ||
| Wasteland | ||
| Hardened my | ||
| Heart | ||
| Given up | ||
| On | ||
| Love | ||
| Yet here I go | ||
| Again | ||
| Like a | ||
| Schoolboy | ||
| Longing | ||
| Wishing it | ||
| Could be | ||
| Someone to | ||
| Share life | ||
| Love | ||