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
Home Is Where The Hurt Is
Heart On My Sleeve
Heart On My Sleeve
This Failure Is Not On Me
Heart On My Sleeve
This Failure Is Not On Me
Home Is Where The Hurt Is
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
I Hate It When You’re Here, But I Miss You When You’re Gone
A Tale Of Two Hearts
In The Beauty Of It All
A Tale Of Two Hearts
In The Beauty Of It All
I Hate It When You’re Here, But I Miss You When You’re Gone
What Doesn’t Kill You (Will Damage You)
What Doesn’t Kill You (Will Damage You)
So I Ran With Scissors
So I Ran With Scissors
Vicious Circles