Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
En wrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
Heart On My Sleeve
Heart On My Sleeve
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Heart On My Sleeve
So I Ran With Scissors
Home Is Where The Hurt Is
In The Beauty Of It All
So I Ran With Scissors
This Failure Is Not On Me
In The Beauty Of It All
Vicious Circles
This Failure Is Not On Me
Home Is Where The Hurt Is
I Hate It When You’re Here, But I Miss You When You’re Gone
Vicious Circles
A Tale Of Two Hearts
A Tale Of Two Hearts
I Hate It When You’re Here, But I Miss You When You’re Gone
What Doesn’t Kill You (Will Damage You)