The rain falls up off the street
The clocks turn back in retreat
Footsteps fall off of our feet
I can see the tears crawling up your cheek
It's turning back to pink
The slap got pulled right off of it and we all fall back into bed again.
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Wind Up
Between Rupture And Rapture
Sparks Against The Sun
Last Call
Mother Mary
The Dream
Biography Of A Nation
Biography Of A Nation
Subway Funeral
In Transmission
Common Existence
This Side of Brightness
Division St.
Porcelain
The Equation
Marches And Maneuvers
I Am The Killer
Porcelain
Sugar In The Sacrament