Breathe In The Night
That Crushed A Tired Sunrise
Born Again The Day
Brings Young Naivety

A Laptop Souvenir Is Worth Its Weight
In Silver A Golden Son
You'll Be Home Again
And I'll Be Home Again

Mend In My Sleep
I'm Boxing Under Water
Waddle On The Wake
Waking On A Summer Day

After All These Years
Forget About All The Troubled Times
Munificent, Artless And Ascetic
Playing Like A Scared
Enthusiastic Pawn

And Every Father's Pain
Casts A Shadow Over A Broken Son
You'll Be Whole Again
And I'll Be Whole Again

All Those Years
I Was Hurting To Feel
Something More Than Life