Heading North To San Francisco
Wild Horses In My Head
See You Looking Out The WindowShe′ll Bring Roses When I'm Dead

Do I Love Her For The Beauty?
Do I Love Her, She Makes Me Smile?
Do I Love Her Cuz It′s My Duty?
But We'll Never Feel Alone
But We'll Never... Feel Alone
But We′ll Never... Feel Alone
Feel Alone
Feel Alone

Heading North To San Francisco
Wild Horses In My Head
See You Looking Out The Window
She′ll Bring Roses When I'm Dead
She′ll Bring Roses When I'm Dead