falling snow spun above the road
winding through the dark woods
where my pick-up stalled
falling snow hissing through the air
painting my windows white
till the trees disappeared
even though I started to feel cold
and I was far from town
I just sat there in the dark
My Ghost
I Fell
In The Air
Sleepy
My friend
Tin Foil
My Ghost
If The World Should End In Fire
Far From Any Road
The House Carpenter
Sleepy
Where The Birch Trees Lean
Stalled
Everything That Rises Must Converge
If The World Should End In Fire
Stalled
Love is Like
After We Shot The Grizzly
Cathedrals
When You Whispered