I shiver at the very thought
That you could leave this quiet room
Without a word of hope or a memory
Has it always to end in this way?
If I heard the sound of weary steps
I would think you would never wake again
All through those nights and fretful nightmares
A tightrope walker glided on my tongue
| 1 | Saviour |
| 2 | Those Evenings We Yearned |
| 3 | Heaven |
| 4 | A Crow On My Shoulder |
| 5 | Kiss My Fear Away |
| 6 | Cold |
| 7 | Barefoot On Sunrays |
| 8 | The Emerald Widower |
| 9 | Mute Boy Sad Girl |
| 10 | Man On A Lighthouse Mountain |