In the smallest of hours a thought pulled me out
Of perfect, numbing, ordinary dreams
It pulled me from the deep
Restless, a pressure and tension had grown
A question of purpose shook my heart of stone:
What if after all of this, my life should come up short in the final scales?
Should I wait for time to tell?
For the longing and sorrow I know to be true –
What have I offered but the portion of fools?
Detached
| 1 | Threshold |
| 2 | Keep Waiting |
| 3 | Gold And Silver |
| 4 | At The Moment |
| 5 | An Eclipsing |
| 6 | Burning Clean |
| 7 | Zzyzx Scarecrow |
| 8 | Blind Hope |
| 9 | Fascination Street |
| 10 | Shiv |