Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that's falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.
When, when was the night so long,
Long, like the notes I'm sending.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.
1 | epitaph |
2 | Elephant Talk |
3 | One Time |
4 | Red |
5 | In The Wake Of Poseidon |
6 | 21st century schizoid man |
7 | Fallen Angel |
8 | Frame By Frame |
9 | I Talk to the Wind |
10 | Neal And Jack And Me |