She calls me from the cold Just when I was low, feeling short of stable...
There's an old, old giant Sneaking around inside this house Help move the cupboard Make...
The look behind your eyes Conceals a thin disguise If pleasure is my prize There's...
It's a shame you have a mind of your own now. Shame on you, completely...
There's an old, old giant Sneaking around inside this house Help move the cupboard Make...
On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from...
What i'd give to be you for an hour or...
I'd like to hike the appalachian I've tossed it around...
I still dont know what i was waiting for And...
She slees with the windows open Yet she's still locked...
As the lights go down The drumming clown Whistled a...
A young man sits by the riversied Watching the sunset...
Lover, there will be another one Who'll hover over you...
On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from...
This song was mostly written on a train ride Down...