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
The Index
Your Ghost
Postal
Comets
Dark Ages
Exit
The Nostalgist
Stations
Luxembourg Gardens
Artist's Rifles
Incurable
Not Fair
I Must Leave London
Dark Horses
Saints Preserve Us
Dark Horses
Dark Ages
The King Cannot Be Found