Door shuts, here we go
Same old one hit we know
Cut, slice, roll the dice
Nothing worse than ending nice
Floors, flags, world in bags
Open wounds and shattered rags
Here we go again
(Here we go again)
It hurts like a jet plane taking off
My Tunnels Are Long And Dark These Days
The Labyrinth Song
Turn
Turn
Jet Plane
A Gun And a Choice
Of Scorpions & Bells
At The Edge Of The Map
Lost Horse
Rock Of Lazarus
Brickman
My Old Pain
Over My Head
Turn Of The Tides Under The Northern Lights
613
Setting Scalpels Free
Everybody
Losing Hand
Slowing Down
Little Parcels Of An Endless Time