is there a place to go where a little girl might never have to know?
and is there a time of night when she'll ever feel it's safe to dim the light?
i know some things i'd rather not,
like, the time ahead is all the time you've got.
and one other thing i know:
out from under layer after dark layer,
as the years go by, a little girl can grow.
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Dirty Old Town
Who Do You Love
Since U Been Gone
Where Was My Brain
Bridges, Squares
Come Baby Come
The Vain Parade
Counting Down The Hours
Where Have All The Rude Boys Gone
The Stick
The Unwanted Things
Building Skycrapers In The Basement
Walking To Do
Loyal to my Sorrowful Country
The Great Communicator
Lost On The Way To Load-In
The Golden Finch And The Red Oak Tree
The Anointed One
The Ballad Of The Sin Father