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
In The Air
Sleepy
I Fell
My friend
Tin Foil
Far From Any Road
The House Carpenter
If The World Should End In Fire
My Ghost
Sleepy
Down In The Valley Of Hollow Logs
Stalled
Linger, Let Me Linger
Weightless Again
Where The Birch Trees Lean
Stalled
Tesla's Hotel Room
When You Whispered
The Petrified Forest