| Opening Lines | Song |
| Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal... | |
| In the house where nobody laughs and nobody sleeps... | |
| When the ebbing tide retreats along the rocky shoreline... | |
| Here we go --- vertigo. Video vertigo | |
| A hot and windy August afternoon has the trees in constant motion... | |
| A boy alone, so far from home. Endless rooftops from my window. | |
| Like a million little doorways... all the choices we made... | |
| Begin the day with a friendly voice- a companion unobtrusive... | |
| I don't have an explanation for another lonely night... | |
| The night is black, without a moon. The air is thick and still. | |
| Nature has some new plague to run in our streets... | |
| Tough times demand tough talk demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand... | |
| I get up at seven, yeah, and I go to work at nine. | |
| The way out is the way in... the way out is the way in | |
| If we are so much the same, like I always hear why such different fortunes and fates? | |
| Imagine a time when it all began. In the dying days of a war... | |
| The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half ligh | |
| The dancer slows her frantic pace in pain and desperation... | |