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
       
      
      
         
            
            
               
               
               
               
            
            
            
            
            
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Theory Of Ghosts
Postal
Dark Ages
The Index
The Nostalgist
Stations
The King Cannot Be Found
Saints Preserve Us
Non-Fiction
Dark Ages
Echoes On Ice
Exit
Your Ghost
Snow Drums
Comets
Artist's Rifles
The Tollbooth Martyrs
Dark Horses
Not Fair