Artista: We Held Manhattan
  Canción: A Moraine

Near the end we always want to start over,
built up thoughts about lament dreams,
while nothing is ever the way it seems.
I'll give you both of the best of them, and I give you my best wishes. 
When in time, give me my time. 
We will fail and all will blind, it's so addicting.
When things first started out you gave in so easy.
Now that we can talk about it, your story shares my ghost.
What's wrong with you, Show some back bone.
Is this what we call ours?
The jester tove along the bay, sit still.
As the air meets a breeze, inhale. 
Oh what a clever mind... Oh what a clever mind
Oh what a clever mind, He is alive in white.