32 Degrees Today

Too Tired To Sleep Too Tired To Stay Out In The Sun

I've Lost Track Of Time

Unable To Move I Watch The White Clouds Pass Me By



Iv'e Got Tobacco Under My Lip

What Kind Of Pipes Are They Smoking In Middle-earth

I Need A Cigarette

I Need So Much Right Now But Really I Just Need You



I'm Writing Letters In My Sleep

A Good Scenario Takes Place But It's Only In My Head

I've Lost Track Of Time

Unable To Move I Watch The White Clouds Pass Me By



Cause I've Got Feelings For You

And Everything Is Perfect But The Timing

An Unpredrictable Turn

But Nothing Ever Happens When I'm Ready