Borrow my imagination for a little while. How can I comfort you? You say you like it this way. Night or day - it's the same to you.
Until that day I plant mercury globeflowers in my garden and until that night your beams make the flowers explode and spread your seeds.
Comfort? Yeah like putting plasters on a limb consumed by leprosy. Comfort? Yeah like sticking the head in the sand.
I conjured a miserable creature for you. A restless moonling always on the move. It founded its own nomadic state - Translunaria.
The moonling can never be seen from earth.
Braiding moonbeams.
How can I comfort you? You like it this way, don't you? Slowly revolving a white horizon round your axis.
Your magnetism is so week, you can hardly keep the ivory tower I conjured for you.
How can I...? You say you don't want it. You say you don't need it. How can I...? You don't care at all, do you?
| 1 | Methods Of Survival |
| 2 | Retroglazed |
| 3 | Secondhand Traumas |
| 4 | Heartquake |
| 5 | Steeped In Misery As I Am |
| 6 | No Coil For Tesla |
| 7 | Sultry Air |
| 8 | Mare's Nest |
| 9 | Lay |
| 10 | Hinc Allae La Crimae |