I've Kept My Head Against The Wall

I've Been This Way For So Long Now

You Weren't Exactly Falling Over Yourself

When Last I Saw You

Well I Always Thought

We'd Get Along Like A House On Fire

Until You Told Me That I'd Have To Go

How Can Someone Like You Work That Slow



Whatever You Think Of Me

You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See

Whatever You Think Of Me

You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See



I Don't Feel Anything No More

This State Of Grace Is Consuming Me

I'm Not Grown Up And I Am Not A Boy

I Feel No Pain And I Feel No Joy

Well I Always Thought

We'd Get Along Like A House On Fire

In Those Days When The Sun Was Warm

I Ran In The Street Where I Was Born



Whatever You Think Of Me

You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See

Whatever You Think Of Me

You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See



The Streets Are So Empty At This Time Of Night

I'd Rather Walk On My Own Than Fight

In A World Where I'd Forgotten You

I Found Myself Forgotten, Too

That's The Danger Of Believing Books

And All The Lies Of Those Thieves And Crooks

We Sing Intellectual Songs Of Love

From A Stolen Pen To A Velvet Glove.