Another moth disintegrates,
Hovering in the beam of a searchlight that's looking for a trace of a plane whose pilot it's a shame has gone insane.
You can see the silhouette across the moon,
He hung himself mid-flight in the bathroom.
Why is it so high?
Why is it so much?
Brain Damage
Right Now
With You
Bohemian Rhapsody
Brain Damage
Tangerine
Evil
Gingerale Afternoon
Thank You Jack White (For The Fiber-Optic Jesus That You Gave Me)
What a Wonderful World
Shaved Gorilla
When You Smile
Frogs
Try To Explain
Watching the Planets (feat. Karen O)
Moth In The Incubator
Evil
Money
Hit Me Like You Did the First Time
After The Goldrush