Born Into Trouble as the Sparks Fly Upward

Sisters! Brothers! Small Boats of Fire Are Falling From the Sky

Could've Moved Mountains...

This Gentle Hearts Like Shot Bird's Fallen.

Tho You Are Gone I Still Often Walk w/You

Built Then Burnt [Hurrah! Hurrah!]

C'mon Come On (Loose an Endless Longing)

Take These Hands and Throw Them in the River.

The Triumph of Our Tired Eyes.