Control and The Urge to Pray
You Never Noticed Me
They Perch On Their Stilts Pointing And Darin
The Worst Of Me
The Alarming Sound Of A Still Small Voice
Move Slow
I Wanna Hear Another Fast Song
I Have Become What I Always Hated
I Can Tell
Uphill Battle
They Perch On Their Stilts, Pointing, and Daring Me To Break Custom
Some Sense Of Security
Shh
Seven Years
Mookies Last Christmas