The very idea of beauty died so long ago
But sometimes I catch a glimpse
At the call of your name or the touch of another's hand
I see this place as Adam once saw Eden
(and I see people as Adam once saw Eve)
But gone is the garden of perfection
(The dirt we've become is the dirt we came from)
1 | Glass Half Nothing |
2 | Purpose In Pain |
3 | Defined By Struggle |
4 | Grave |
5 | A Clean Head And A Clear Conscience |
6 | The Years To Come |
7 | Cold Fingers |
8 | Valjean |
9 | Second Hand Syndrome |
10 | Confront |