You and John are birds
You and John are ghosts
You and John are genies,
guarding my coast
And in my address book,
you're depicted as birds
Drawn in, no words
Exit
Theory Of Ghosts
Postal
The Index
Dark Ages
The Nostalgist
Stations
Your Ghost
Exit
The King Cannot Be Found
Saints Preserve Us
Non-Fiction
Echoes On Ice
Comets
Artist's Rifles
Luxembourg Gardens
Dark Horses
Dark Ages
I Must Leave London
You And John Are Birds