Dreamt of a doorway
That opened to everything
And I'm reaching towards it
Drifting backwards
Drawing the curtains
Windows inside my head
Maybe I'm only making mirrors
Baby
Waiting For You
Eyes Wide Open
Wuthering Heights
Save Me
Waiting For You
True To You
Save Me
True To You
Coming Back
Bronte
Wuthering Heights
Here In This Place
State Of The Art
The Only Way
I Feel Better
In Your Light
Making Mirrors
A Distinctive Sound
The Only Thing I Know