I Dreamed About Killing You Again Last Night

And It Felt Alright To Me

Dying On The Banks Of Embarcadero Skies

I Sat And Watched You Bleed

Buried You Alive In A Fireworks Display

Raining Down On Me

You Cold, Hot Blood Ran Away From Me

To The Sea



I Painted My Name On The Back Of A Leaf

And I Watched It Float Away

The Hope I Had In A Notebook Full Of White, Dry Pages

Was All I Tried To Save

But The Wind Blew Me Back Via Chicago

In The Middle Of The Night

And All Without Fight

At The Crush Of Veils And Starlight



I Know I'll Make It Back

One Of These Days And Turn On Your TV

To Watch A Man With A Face Like Mine

Being Chased Down A Busy Street

When He Gets Caught, I Wont Get Up

And I Wont Go To Sleep

I'm Coming Home, I'm Coming Home

Via Chicago



Where The Cups Are Cracked And Hooked

Above The Sink

They Make Me Think

Crumbling Ladder Tears Don't Fall

They Shine Down Your Shoulders

And Crawling Is Screw Faster Lash

I Blow It With Kisses

I Rest My Head On A Pillowy Star

And A Cracked Door Moon

That Says I Havent Gone Too Far



I'm Coming Home

I'm Coming Home

Via Chicago



Searching For A Home

Searching For A Home

Searching For A Home

Via Chicago



I'm Coming Home

I'm Coming Home