When we moved in there were no electric lights and with the setting of the sun we had to find our way into bed using our hands despite the vacancy of the den, nothing for reference except you and I.
seven
Three
Seven
The Country Song
Twelve
Twelve
Nine
Six
Eleven
Nine
So This is Our Home
A Small World
Eleven
This Must Be Some Kind of Joke
Three
Song Eight
This Is Not Mine
The First Word That Comes To Mind
Clayton
Terrible Noise