Snow, White Street, Blue Light, Black Sky

You Look Pale Your Eyes Are Big



My Heart Is Breaking

It's Impossible To Stay

I'm Leaving To Marocko

I'll Fly With The Birds



I Can Tell That You're Not Sleeping

Your Heart Beats Out Of Pace

My Left Hand In Your Right Hand

My Right Hand In Your Hair



You Do Me Good, I Need Help, No Machines

I'll Have To Wait Just To See If There's Room For Me



It's In Your Eyes

And I Can See It In Your Smile

Your Fruit Is Colorful And Bright

Mine Is Overgrown



And If I'm Laughing

It Doesn't Mean That I'm Ok

And If I'm Crying

I Can't Tell You I'm Ok



I Like It Better When It Rains

A Perfect Hiding Place For Tears

The Sun Painting My Eyes Red