RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING
PRE MONOCHROME
TEXTUREEEE
HALLS FULL OF EMPTY MEMORY
LIGHT FALLS THROUGH THE EYES
EXPIRED FILM STUDIO TALKS
SPRAY
THE WIND STOLE YOUR FACE
CAN YOU STILL FEEL THROUGH THICK GLASS
WALKS IN EMPTY FIELDS ASK ME HOW I’VE BEEN
GHOST IN THE CLUB
SAIL TO THE EDGE, I WANT TO COME WITH YOU
STANDING IN GOD’S GREEN PASTURE
NOAH’S HIGHLIGHT REEL
TIMES WE CAN’T QUITE REMEMBER
YOUR EYES WERE SPINNING UNDER THE FLASHING LIGHTS
SMASHED PORCELAIN LOST ITS FACE // EMPTY DEAD OBJECT
WHERE THE MOUNTAINS MEET THE SEA
WE TALK ALL DAY AND I’M STILL INSANE