Are We To Speak, First Day Of The Week
Stumbling Words At The Bar Beauty Blue Eyes, My
Order Of Fries Long Island Kindness And Wine
Beloved Of John, I Get It All Wrong I
Read You For Some Kind Of Poem Covered In
Lines, The Fossils I Find Have They No Life
Of Their Own? So Can We Pretend Sweetly
Before The Mystery Ends? I Am A Man With
A Heart That Offends With Its Lonely And Greedy
Demands There′s Only A Shadow Of Me In A
Matter Of Speaking, I'm Dead Such A Waste,
Your Beautiful Face Stumbling Carpet Arise Go Follow Your
Gem, Your White Feathered Friend Icarus, Point To The
Sun If History Speaks Of Two Baby Teeth
I′m Painting The Hills Blue And Red They Said
Beware, Lord Hear My Prayer I've Wasted My Throes
On Your Head So Can We Be Friends
Sweetly Before The Mystery Ends? I Love You More
Than The World Can Contain In Its Lonely And
Ramshackle Head There's Only A Shadow Of Me In
A Matter Of Speaking, I′m Dead I′m Holding
My Breath My Tongue On Your Chest What Can
Be Said Of My Heart? If History Speaks, The
Kiss On My Cheek Where There Remains But A
Mark Beloved My John, So I'll Carry On
Counting My Cards Down To One And When I
Am Dead, Come Visit My Bed My Fossil Is
Bright In The Sun So Can We Contend
Peacefully Before My History Ends? Jesus I Need You,
Be Near Me, Come Shield Me From Fossils That
Fall On My Head There′s Only A Shadow Of
Me In A Matter Of Speaking, I'm Dead