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
Twelve
The Country Song
Nine
Twelve
Six
Eleven
Nine
So This is Our Home
Terrible Noise
This Must Be Some Kind of Joke
Three
Song Eight
Twelve
A Small World
The First Word That Comes To Mind
Nine
In & Of Descending Stairs