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.
Untitled 2
Between Rupture And Rapture
Last Call
Wind Up
Mother Mary
Biography Of A Nation
The Dream
Biography Of A Nation
This Side of Brightness
Porcelain
Dead Songs
Porcelain
I1100
Common Existence
The Equation
Fake Nostalgia
Division St.
In Transmission
!1100
I Am The Killer