Come sit at the table
under October's able skies
once we'd seen eye to eye
I'd known that I'd pass you by
and I tried
the bells chime
seven times
completed at nine
the world moves slower I find
No, but I
learned of time
by your hands
and in shadow water's end
I learned not to swim,
but to lie-I
I wait for for mountain
in twenty-two third hour
I insist on doubt
we're already laying on the grass
the grass
| 1 | Nantes |
| 2 | Postcards From Italy |
| 3 | Santa Fe |
| 4 | The Rip Tide |
| 5 | A Candle's Fire |
| 6 | Goshen |
| 7 | The Penalty |
| 8 | La Llorona |
| 9 | Cherbourg |
| 10 | Port Of Call |