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
Last Call
Last Call
Biography Of A Nation
Mother Mary
Untitled 2
No Answers
Voices On A String
Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
Evacuate
Between Rupture And Rapture
Friends In The Armed Forces
Ian Curtis
!1100
Marches And Maneuvers
I Am The Killer
Dead Songs
A0001
Mother Mary
Porcelain