I Can See
The Things She Does For Me
I'm Living In A Treehouse
I Live In Constant Fear
Awakening Must Be Near
I'm Sleeping In A Dreamhouse
A Tine In The Fork In The Road
Is Pointing To Heaven
But The Sky Is Old
A Tine In The Fork In The Road
Is Pointing At Nothing
Cos It's All Been Sold
I Live With You
To Die In A Jamais Vu
I Love You
But This Isn't True