I have a lantern. I turned it into a rocket for the sky, illuminating the ground in which I play. But my mother told me to put it away, led me to my room and made me a bed to lay. I have a firefly, tied to a string. I led into the sky. Casting out silver light onto the beds in which we slumber. But my mother told me to put it away. I killed the firefly, I lead him into the lantern in the sky. Oh mother what have I done?
| 1 | As History Would Have It |
| 2 | Space Between Thoughts |
| 3 | As We Look On |
| 4 | No Stranger to Worry |
| 5 | Static Color |
| 6 | Soft Weapons |
| 7 | Tied to the Sunset |
| 8 | Apeiron |
| 9 | Age of Loneliness |
| 10 | First, Do No Harm |