| Lyric beginning | Lyric end | Source Song |
| Ears down to the noise floor just to... (3) | |
| I dreamed we were alone all night... (7) | |
| The remants of the leisure class will crumble! Smug bastards will be humbled! (2) | |
| Strangers and spare changers stand in line like... (8) | |
| You don't have to be a genius, but it helps to. Some are aliens... (4) | |
| Hands can grow together if you're not... (5) | |
| I saw the secret... (3) | |
| Call me the looming shapes of... (3) | |
| Now I'm still trying to decide between... (5) | |
| But even when your heart got set on... (4) | |
| I am Monsieur Bovary and you are... (2) | |
| St. Leonard touched a philistine, a sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme, but even he was... (6) | |
| I've never been a confident man... (9) | |
| It doesn't hurt, it feels fine... (3) | |
| If I thought that you could see me... (6) | |