Besedila: Magnet. Quiet & Still. Private Jinx.

You've been caught off your guard, so now you breathe a little faster
All the beauty in decay, at long last is on display

Your head in the clouds, you heart on your sleeve
A black soul that sings like your private jinx

The bitter taste you'll leave behind, will always be your only crime
& now you're close enough to be within reach,
So you'll hang on to this like a leach

With your head in the clouds, your heart on your sleeve
& a black soul that sings like your private jinx

So you're convinced yourself, & the devil as well
You don't need any time to dwell
Cause ever day's another scar on you

With your head in the clouds, your heart on your sleeve
& a black soul that sings like your private jinx