Night is thief's forte.
At loss for words to say: we're terrified.
Black his light it shines. The tool that rectifies,
uncovering...
We figure with sight.
Too soon to laugh, you've based it on a photograph.
Just listen.
A shape to recognize; to filter out the crime.
We're terrified. Black his light it shines.
The tool that rectifies, uncovering...
1 | Truest You |
2 | Los Feliz Arms |
3 | Indian Summer |
4 | Looks Like A Mess |
5 | Instead, He Falls |
6 | Love My Friends, Hate My Life |
7 | Don't Let It Fade |
8 | Saccharine |
9 | If We Had It Made |
10 | Brave But Brittle |