My neck hurts, ' cause i've been cutting moons
My hands hurt, ' cause i cut them from you
So someone snuck into your room
And it got back to me
Now, i lie here in my room
And there is nothing i can do
But cut and think about you
it's time to go
It's Time To Go
Brother
Don't Be Angry
Love, Love, Love
Brother
Oh What a Feeling
Oh What a Feeling
There Is Nothing I Can Do
Steven Smith
Let The Bells Ring
Sinking Hearts
Don't be Angry
Can You Tell Me
We've Got To Meet
Even In The Night
I Am Not Surprised
There Is Nothing I Can Do
A Sudden Death
Memorize The City