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