Dayton

YOUR REFERENCES ARE ALL OUTDATED

IF I WAS A CRIER I’D BE IN FLOODS

HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS

OVERSTEP THE LINE

IT ALL BECOMES A LARK

AWAY WE GO

A FINE DISTRACTION

THE HOUR OF THE OWL

AH THAT’S THE SPIRIT

PRACTICING MY SCENE

WE WANT AS MUCH

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

ACES UP YOUR SLEEVE

AND SO ON

CARRIED ON WITHOUT A COMMA

ALL THE THINGS THAT NO ONE EVER SAID