I Can't Remember What I Planned Tomorrow


I Can't Remember When It's Time To Go


When I Look In The Mirror


Tracing Lines With A Pencil


I Remember What Came Before


I Wanted To Think There Was Endless Love


Until I Saw The Light Dim In Your Eyes


In The Dead Of The Night I Found Out


Sometimes There's Love That Won't Survive


New York City


Such A Beautiful Disease


New York City


Such A Beautiful,


Such A Beautiful Disease


Laura Kept All Her Disappointments


Locked Up In A Box Behind Her Closet Door


She Pulled The Blinds And Listened To The Thunder


With No Way Out From The Family Store


We All Told Her Things Could Get Better


When You Just Say Goodbye


I'll Lay Awake One More Night


Caught In A Vision I Want To Deny


And Did I Mention The Note That I Found


Taped To My Locked Front Door


It Talked About No Regrets


As It Slipped From My Hand To The Scuffed Tile Floor


I Rode The Train For Hours On End


And Watched The People Pass Me By


It Could Be That It Has No End


Just An Action Junkie's Lullaby


New York City


We Were Full Of The Stuff That Every Dream Rested


As If Floating On A Lumpy Pillow Sky


Caught Up In The Whole Illusion


That Dreams Never Pass Us By


Came To A Tattoed Conclusion


That The Big One Was Knocking On The Door


What Started As A Mass Delusion


Would Take Me Far From The Place I Adore


New York City