1-08. Armin van Buuren - Sound Of Goodbye (Dark Matter Remix) (6:42) Remix - Dark Matter
Written-By, Producer - Adrian Broekhuyse , Raz Nitzan
Every face i see
Is cold as ice
Everything i touch is pale
Ever since i lost imagination
Like a stream that flows into the sea
I am lost for all eternity
Ever since you took your love away from me
Some times the sound of goodbye
Is louder than any drumbeat
2-02. Armin van Buuren vs. Herman Brood - Saturday Night (7:45) Music By, Lyrics By - Danny Lademacher, Herman Brood
The neon light, of the "Open all night",
was just in time replaced by the magic appearance of a new day-while,
a melancholic Reno was crawling on his back just in,
front of the supermarket door-way child
Hey girl, on a cold summernight,
as we stood on the corner,
as a man passed by and asked us,
what we DO and what we need,
as he pointed his big fat finger
to the people hangin round at the corner of the - other side of THE street
Oh well SAID
doin' nothing, just hanging around,
what do you mean doin' nothing Sir.
So we had to hit him to the ground,
doin' nothing just hanging around.
His head all busted lookin' just a lttle to WILD child
I just can't wait
I just can't wait for saturday night
for saturday night
for saturday night
saturday night
saturday night
saturday night
saturday night
I just can't wait
I just can't wait
2-07. Armin van Buuren Feat. Justine Suissa - Simple Things (7:08) Vocals - Justine Suissa
Wasted days, I’m caught up in the fruitless chase
Wanting more than anything that’s come before
And I wish I didn’t have to choose
When I know there is so much to lose
Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
Simple things, simple things
Holding out, feeling that it just might come
Cursing doubt that keeps you from the perfect one
And I wish I didn’t have to choose
When I know there is so much to lose
Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
Simple things, simple things
I’m torn between what I know and what I dream
