I’ve run out of pages
No room for words to grow
And take on a meaning
For someone to call their own
Excuse my advances
I can’t control my tongue
It’s hard pressed and desperate
To break free and see the world
If I had the answers here
Would you really want to know?
Was all of this worth it?
Does anyone care at all?
Touch Me
Young Forever
Little War
Young Forever
Near Misses
Meditations In An Emergency
Forget The One
True Enough To Be Interesting
This Heart Of Mine
This Heart Of Mine
And So It Goes
Touch Me
The Trouble With...
And So It Goes
Consider Yourself
Me Before Women & Children
Steady Hands (You Are Not Alone)
And So It Goes
Hollow Ground Of London
The Economist