Nuns Song

We don't want your approval. It's 1978. We know we're not in tune. We know we'll never be great. . We met at this bar. A little piece of fame. Up on the bandstand.

Never Stood A Chance

If you saw the way she walked away, you would know.. If you heard my name fall from her lips, you would know.. I never stood a chance. then you would know.

No. 39

Number Eleven

Plane crash in the desert. Everybody walked away. Suitcase open to the breeze. Light lifting up pretty heavy. . So we climbed out, looked around us. Your shirt stuck to your skin.

Nothing Inside

Hey, get out of my way, I cannot stay. I cannot adore you. Drained, leaving the game, chasing this train. That they put before you. . You lied, there's nothing inside.

Nonapology

Excuse me, you know I hate to complain. But I never argue, I shouldn't have to explain. There's a million restless reasons in here. I can't repeat again.

No Such Thing

There's no such thing as remindlessness. There's no such thing as time. There's no such thing as endlessness. There's no such kind of crime. There's no such thing as distance.

No Time At All

You fell through the ceiling. Into the party below. Somewhere south of the border. Where they grow the blow. . And all your good ideas. Celebrated mistakes/Celebrating the stakes [0:45].

Never Come Back

Well I came to this land where the snow and the sand. Cover my footprints with ice. The cool gray sea calls me "come and be free". And I almost take that advice.

Now You've Got Something To Die For

Now you've got something to die for. Now you've got something to die for. . Infidel. Imperial. Lust for blood. A blind crusade. Apocalyptic. We count the days.

Never Be Like You

Next Town

No Floors

Nuit Magique

Okay. Il n'y avait rien à faire. Okay. Dans cette ville étrangère. Okay. Tu étais solitaire. Okay. J'avais l'cœur à l'envers. . Okay. Tout ça n'était qu'un jeu.

Nightlife

It's an imaginary world. Masked by fake and empty words. And deep inside you know it hurts. To be disguised. Believing every single lie. Hiding what you feel inside.

Need This Bed To Myself

No one speaks kindly these days. Of us from what I hear. Our future is fragile. No one here has a reason to lose. Yet some of us fail. Because they can afford to.

Nice 'n' Easy

Nocturama

Nebe Pod Berlínem

No Kinda Dancer

First of the month. Brings back the notion. Of a big round white dance hall. On a cool summer night. Red cherub faces set black shoes in motion. To the oompa pa rythem of a German delight.