| Waiting Ages For The Morninglight |
| The Morning Ages For You |
| Raging To Be As Bright As Shooting Stars |
| Shooting Stars Seldom Get Through |
| We’Re Staring Down Into The Fire |
| Creating A Swarm |
| It’S Shape Is Buried In The Land Of Dreams |
| Buried In A Sparklestorm |
| In The Land Of Dreams… |
| Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire |
| Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| It Feels Like There Is Something In The Way I Dream |
| I Carry Up A Heavy Heated Rock |
| To Walk The Riverbed |
| And When I Let It Drop |
| The River Walks With Me Instead |
| Sir Barleycorn He Needs Believing |
| I Believe In Sir John |
| His Shape Is Buried In The Land Of Dreams |
| Buried In A Sparklestorm |
| In The Land Of Dreams… |
| On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire |
| Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire |
| Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire |
| Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| It Feels Like There Is Someth. In The Way I Feel About You |
| And I Know |
| My Ugly Ways |
| Turn Out To Be So Slow |
| And I’Ll Keep |
| My Secret Ways |
| I Hold My Breath |
| Until I Awake |
| I Keep Quiet As A Mouse |
| Some Stranger Entered My House |
| Slaughtered My Goldfish With A Golden Knife |
| I Cannot But Sit Hide And Be So Quiet |
| Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire |
| Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher |
| Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire |