In These Streets Where We Walked
"the future was not big enough
to hold the plans of which we talked."
In These Streets Where We Walked
Set Fire to the Rain
I Will Never Ask You
Moments of My Son
Descent to Nowhen
Wooden Spoon
From a Father
Heart Inflamed
White Funeral
Dreams, ... and then?
I Never Think of Her
Worn Down
Angry Love (Etheree)