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
Waiting For You
True To You
Coming Back
Save Me
Here In This Place
I Feel Better
True To You
Bronte
Making Mirrors
The Only Way
Wuthering Heights
Baby
Hearts A Mess
Eyes Wide Open
The Only Thing I Know
State Of The Art