Several days a month you made
The mile to my house,
And had me do a stroll with you.
Far below a furry moon
Our purposes crossed
The weird divide
Between our kinds
The silver leaves of ailing trees
Took flights as we passed so long ago
But a short time i know.
It pleases me this memory
Has swollen up with age.
Even time can do
Good things to you.
| 1 | The Rifle's Spiral |
| 2 | Simple Song |
| 3 | Caring Is Creepy |
| 4 | Girl Inform Me |
| 5 | Black Wave |
| 6 | My Seventh Rib |