Where do you go?
When everything you know is wrong
If you know anything at all
Tomarow always starts so bright
Right before it fades and all the empty faces
They all turn again
When all the lights are off
We're all just dead
Kill the lights
Kill the pain
Kill the lights
Kill the pain
Writer's Block
Resolution
Picking Up The Pieces
Fractures
By Now
We Were
Writer's Block
Where The Heart Is
We'll Always Have Paris
Ante Up
Where The Heart Is
Ante Up
Post Script
(Re) Acquaintance
Picking Up the Pieces
Pardon the Interruption
By Now
Thirty Four Seconds
Rough Draft (An Explanation)
Four Years Too Late