Cold and alone, in the vineyard he lies
Stained and all broken, the nightingale dies
Looking from your window, I can see the snow
Freezing cold, grinding to a halt
On stonecold gravel, freeze alone
Turning away from the wasted hours
Turning away from the wasted years
1 | Flesh |
2 | Colonial Discharge |
3 | Neurobeat |
4 | Scandinavian Bellydance |
5 | Arsenic On The Rocks |
6 | Drinking Sand |
7 | Ballistic Statues |
8 | Check It Out |
9 | The Last Wave |
10 | Roll With The Punches |