Catch Yourself Off-guard
Death Is Never Very Far
Caught In Black And WhiteLying Still From Shifting Sight
Sun Of Somerton Setting On The Horizon

We Were Young
Reading Rubaiyat
Tamam Shud

On The Beat Of A Gentle Hum
Reading Rubaiyat
Tamam Shud

We Met In Montsalvat
Running Round Abandoned Hearts
Lips Left Kept Apart
Looking Up At Fading Stars
Feelings Without Thought
Softly Staring Softer Parts

We Were Young
Reading Rubaiyat
Tamam Shud

On The Beat Of A Gentle Hum
Reading Rubaiyat
Tamam Shud

Heart A Heavy Weight
Knuckles Cut From A Bouquet
She Turns Her Face Away
Hard And Cold In Her Display
And You Shift Your Gaze
To The Everlasting Haze

Never Thought You′d Grow This Old Still All Alone