Alba s touto skladbou:
Black Moon,
Well there`s a collection of letters, stands in a box on a shelf,
You could only call `em love letters....things you wanna keep to yourself,
And they don`t mean much (Whoa-oa) but they did in a way,
They`re only souvenirs....only souvenirs...
Of broken off dates and lazy afternoons,
And parks and lanes and fields
And wasted money and time taking her home.
CHORUS
Now I`m alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh
Now I`m alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh
So what happened to the collection of letters (that) used to stand in a box on a shelf,
When we used to talk about the weather, in the park by the back of your house,
What happened to the parks and the letters and the rain and the girl in the back of the car,
And the no-claims bonus when you smashed up the car,
And the letters in the box....'Affairs of the heart'
Don`t it make you laugh..... could never make you cry,
But I`m still the same after all these years....takin` me back
(INSTRUMENTAL)
So what happened to the collection of letters (that) used to stand in a box on a shelf,
The ones you used to call love letters, the things you used to keep to yourself,
What happened to the parks and the letters and the rain and the girl in the back of the car,
And the no-claims bonus when you smashed up the car,
And the letters in the box....'Affairs of the heart'
Don`t it make you laugh..... could never make you cry,
But I`m still the same after all these years....takin` me back..
CHORUS
So now I`m alone, alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,
Now I`m alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,
I`m alo-o-o-o-one, Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,
I`m alo-o-o-o-one, Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,
