Oceans drifting sideways,
I am pulled into the spell;
I feel you around me... I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand
much too stark;
I feel I am drowning... hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty,
what is Freedom of Choice?
Where do I stand in the pageantry...
whose is my voice?
It doesn't feel so very bad now:
I think the end is the start.
Begin to feel very glad now:
All things are a part
All things are apart
All things are a part.
| 1 | Pilgrims |
| 2 | Refugees |
| 3 | A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers |
| 4 | Lost |
| 5 | House With No Door |
| 6 | Darkness (11/11) |
| 7 | Aerosol Grey Machine |
| 8 | My Room (Waiting For Wonderland) |
| 9 | Afterwards |
| 10 | When She Comes |