Tonight Has Finished Me Off Again
I Can't Keep Up With Them
I Never Hear Anything Anyway
But Your Last Words Spoken
Ringing In My HeadSay Good-Bye
Your Touch Bleeds No More
These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been
So I'll Be Seeing YouToday Is The First Day
It's Looked Good From Up Here
On My Own Island In The Sun
Until Those Gray Lit Skies And Chorus Of Laughs
All Come Back
All Come Down On Me
Nothing More Familiar Than Tomorrow's Disease
Your Last Words Spoken Echoed In The WindSay Good-Bye
Your Touch Bleeds No More
These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been
I'll Be Seeing You...
Say Good-Bye
Your Touch Bleeds No More
These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been
I'll Be Seeing You...
It All Comes Back
All Comes Down On Me
Nothing More Familiar Than Tomorrow
And The Thought Of You.