i strapped my memories to my back i'm leaving.
i'm already gone.
and i was on a train somewhere wishing sweet stings to you.
to make you never forget the poetry in wanting.
i want those days to hold you
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Pigs
Bastards
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
The Part You Left Out
The Part You Left Out
Wasted
Wasted
Division
Crooked Mile
Division
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Crooked Mile
Leaning The Room
Leaning The Room