Abrasive To The Touch

All In All In All The Same Thing Now

We Are Gathered Here In Nonesuch

Hooks Back To The Line

And I Trip Over Myself Here

And I Trip Over Myself

Something's Stuck In Me Here

And I Can't Get Out



Some In Paint

Some In Blood

Some In Makeup

Derail Me



To Everything -

Churn, Churn, Churn

There Is A Season -

Churn, Churn, Churn

There Is A Reason

Churn, Churn, Churn

This Ain't The Time Or The Place



I Am Sick Of Walking Into Rainbows

I Am Sick Of Plugging Into Rainbows

I Am Sick Of Tuning Into Rainbows

I Am Sick Of Turning Into Rainbows