Dried Up, A Guitar Upon My Knee

I Should Have Sold Out When The Devil Came For Me

Dig A Hole And Throw It Out To Sea

Break The Code, How Happy I Could Be



I Still Wave At The Dots On The Shore

And I Still Beat My Head Against The Door

I Still Rage And Wage My Little War

I'm A Shade And Easy To Ignore



White Wall, I Had To Paint A Door

I Always Find That I've Been Through It Before

Close It Up And Throw Away The Key

Break The Code, How Happy I Could Be



I Woke Up And I Had A Big Idea

To Buy A New Soul At The Start Of Every Year

I Paid Up And It Cost Me Pretty Dear

Here's A Hymn To Those That Disappear