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
Stations
The King Cannot Be Found
The Nostalgist
The Index
Saints Preserve Us
Non-Fiction
Postal
Dark Ages
Echoes On Ice
Dark Ages
The Tollbooth Martyrs
Your Ghost
Exit
Snow Drums
Dark Horses
Not Fair
On Edge
I Must Leave London