A Chair In The Corner

One Leg Broken

And A Whisper In The Hall

There's Frustration

Another Walk Aroumd The Room

A Loss Of Direction

Before The Start



Some Say Alot

With Few Words Spoken

Some With Peace

Say Nothing At All

It's Just A Matter

Of Motivation To Live

Just A Question

Of Where To Get Love



>> Thrills And Sand

>> Fall Through My Open Hand

>> Where's My Tone Gone

>> Words Look For The Song



Lost My America

But Made My Own Way

I Believe

To This Garden

But On My Face

The Idea Is Showing

Shelter Me For No Reason

At All



Sunlight Slanting

Paranoid

Feeling Cold

A Little F**ked Up... Alone

Seems I'm Spending

These Supposed Best Of Years

Quite Unlike

It Says Right Here

Cold

A Little F**ked Up... Alone



Take The Face

In Hands Spread Open

And One To One

Let The Power Run

Feed The Mouth

That's Hungry... Open

Feed The Mind

That Wonders Why