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
Wind Up
Between Rupture And Rapture
Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Last Call
Biography Of A Nation
Biography Of A Nation
Mother Mary
This Side of Brightness
The Equation
In Transmission
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Last Call
The Dream
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