God I'm Glad You're Dead

Blindness

This is a love song (Live in Aubergine)

The face of a woman rebuilding a city

Give A Man Ten-Thousand Words And He Will Write You A Love Song

Am I Too Much Of A Bit Crusher To Love?

That Must Be Really Hard For You

Your Late, Your Nose, and Your Meat

I Know Your Walk By Now. I Thought You Should Know I Noticed.

This Is The Last Time I Hold Your Hand (in the Indianapolis Airport)

So He Might Surround Her As She Walked And Even In His Absence