I have to say something if I want to sing
But it's not about the words
It's my voice writhing
To a place far from me
That my fingers can't reach
And my legs are so tired from all this standing still
Standing still
All of my dreams are memories
That I can't place to a time or a face
But my body knows
Of the ribbons and bows
That I once was tied in
In my mother's skin
Before and again
Before and again
Before and again
| 1 | River |
| 2 | No-Room |
| 3 | Italy |
| 4 | They Will Appear |
| 5 | Set 'Em Free, Pt. 1 |
| 6 | Future Myth |
| 7 | I've Got Some Friends |
| 8 | Lumen |
| 9 | Moment |
| 10 | Raising The Sparks |