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.
Wind Up
Untitled 2
Sparks Against The Sun
Between Rupture And Rapture
Last Call
Subway Funeral
Biography Of A Nation
The Dream
Biography Of A Nation
Mother Mary
Division St.
In Transmission
A0001
Porcelain
I1100
Common Existence
This Side of Brightness
!1100
Porcelain
The Equation