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