100 Miles
I'm writing letters to myself Now I don't feel so alone Hallways


Anna
Isn't it a shame Mary Jane had a pain... at the party


At The Sun
You walk right through with blood on your hands As if I


Baton Rouge
Can't see my face In a looking glass, who was looking back,

Blackout
Oh here you go Due on the stage for another marionette show


Blind
White...Black...who cares? Nervous my finger caresses the trigger Red line is trained


Butterfly
We're beside you when you walk, leave the navigation to us See


Calling Yesterday
Here we are again beneath these stars All the same not changing