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.
Sparks Against The Sun
Subway Funeral
Untitled 2
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Standing On The Edge Of Summer
Wind Up
Between Rupture And Rapture
Mother Mary
Last Call
The Dream
Last Call
This Side of Brightness
Biography Of A Nation
Biography Of A Nation
A0001
Division St.
I1100
Asleep In The Chapel
The Equation
In Transmission