 
I never thought it could come to this,
as you sit there crying,
hanging on with your fingertips
to something that's already dead.
Now we're into a game
and it's all a bit strange.
Once on a time we were sincere;
now, we're acting charades,
hiding behind cracked images
from other people's stages;
now, we're into a game,
and it's all a bit strange,
but familiar, too...
the rules never change; I know it, but do you?
I've seen it all before,
and this play no longer moves me,
but the closing of a door
is never easy.
 
| 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 |