I Want To Fit
I've Got To Get Into It
Don't Make No Sense
To Hide Behind Anything

Oh How These Precious Things
Their Time Is Wearing Thin

I'd Make A Mold Of Me
To Make A Mockery
I'd Make A Mold Of Me
To Make A Mockery

Another Sky (hey)
To Emphasize Who You Are
A Second Skin
The Label I Might Have Been

Oh Fill This Loving Cup
Might Have To Use It Up

To Take The Half Of Me
Would Wreck The Symmetry