In Your Hands I'm Trying


In Your Hands I'm Trying Flight


I Can't Die


I'm Flying In The Cold Breeze Every Night





Spare Me All The Strife


My Desires Never Tire


But Would It Be Much Better If I Died?





Petty Highs Get Me By


But How Much Longer Must I Live With This Disguise





Have You No Direction?


I Just Sense Pretentious Signs


In Your Highs


I Hear The Same Old Stories Every Night