abstract

WHEN IT’S ALL SORTED

STUCK OUTSIDE YOUR CAGE

ONCE BELONGED TO US

SLEEP IN OUR CLOTHES AND WAIT FOR WINTER TO LEAVE

ON EDGE

THAT SHINING DAY

PLAN X

TURN AND RUN

NOT LIKE THE MOVIES

FILL UP WITH NOISE

SILLY EXPECTATION OF A DREAM

WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO SHORE

HALF A CHANCE

YOU’RE THE FIRST AND LAST OF YOUR KIND

LESS WE SAY ABOUT IT THE BETTER

LET THE CENTURY PASS ME BY