Morning Bright, Rise.

Go Over Your Lines.

Iron Your Carefully Crafted Disguise.

We'd All Like To Sing.

It's Easy To Sigh; To Sprinkle A Handful Or Plausible Lies.

Our Buildings Will Rise, Poke Out Our Own Eyes.

Publicly Smile And Privately Frown.

A Weeping Reprise.

Please Hear My Cries; I'd Like To Pull Just This One Building Down.

So Turn Off The Sky.

Head In My Hands.

Night Keep Me Warm.

White Window-sill.

Blinded By Heart.

Cut My Hair Short.

"Eyeless In Gaza With The Slaves At The Mill."