Behind the burning Isthmus of light lies Europa.
A bottle in the wake.
Send a message to man,
that I have gone away.
Into a place where,
I can watch your world,
burn away.
Into a place where,
I can script my own peace.
| 1 | Homesick* |
| 2 | A Determinism of Morality |
| 3 | Je N'en Connais Pas La Fin |
| 4 | Au Pays Natal |
| 5 | Release |
| 6 | Ayil |
| 7 | Revolve |
| 8 | Europa |
| 9 | Departe |
| 10 | Départe |