Words: Dylan Thomas
The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every true or crater
Carrying cloud. Death strikes their house.
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.
| 1 | Hello There |
| 2 | Lady Godiva's Operation |
| 3 | Gun |
| 4 | Big White Cloud |
| 5 | Paradise Nevada |
| 6 | Graham Greene |
| 7 | Wilson Joliet |
| 8 | Small Town |
| 9 | Macbeth |
| 10 | Riverbank |