Waiting For The Last Leaf To Fall


Can I Hear A Cry For A Dead Man To Crawl


Asleep Like Stones In The Well


Empty As You Leave Your Dry Seashell





Never Seen You Came This Far


Never Thought I'd Hope This Hard





(Like Air)


Always Looking Down Upon Yourself


(Like Air)


You Live 2ft Above Yourself


(Somewhere)


We Will Always Be In Parallel


(Out There)


It's A Place Without A Hope In Hell


(Like Air)





Haven't Made A Sound All Week


Tryin To Gather Up Some Promises To Keep


I Watched As The Icicles Fell


Pinned To The Bottom Or Drowning, Its Hard To Tell





You May Be Human After All


Must You Build Yourself So Tall





Trying To Wash Your Trace Off My Skin


Cover Up The Footprints I've Been Making


Easier To Cut You Cold


You Can Keep Your Waste Of Space, I'm Half Way Home.