Stop Making Sense Of Things
I Saw Pylons Stretch To The East
I Wasn′t Sure At All Why Our LoveBecomes Sorrow And Withers Free
Ran A Firework Of Dogs To Walk With Me

Felt This Warm
Marching Forth
I Felt Their Warmth
Marching Forth
We Could Be

The Dream
The Dream
The Dream
The Dream
The Dream
The Dream