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
Between Rupture And Rapture
Untitled 2
Mother Mary
The Dream
Biography Of A Nation
Last Call
Wind Up
This Sadness Alone
Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
Fake Nostalgia
Ny Batteri
Evacuate
Turnpike Divide
Understanding (In A Car Crash)
Dead Songs
M.Sheppard
Last Call
Common Existence
Voices On A String