I come back as a pilgrim
Doing a dream I been here before
Matured in your eyes
Solid
Fading tracks
Left in hands of the killing flock
Oh I guess
Love is that your thing
You should hide in the leaves
Grooving in the rain
I come back as a bishop
One humble dying trembling kiss
I come back as a liar
Beacuse there is a lie I will not resist
I won't be taken by a butterfly collector
Till validate to an inspector
How sweet to be a crow
How about the sparrow
Hourglass and charms
Fix a tile of errors
