contact was questioned from the boulevard

head colds in frozen weeks of summer holds

i'm fine i'm fine wait waiting on the line

we sent ourselves in on the gray card scale

hold my head

where storms are sand

and sand is said

to be sad

longwinded cambridge medicative care

head first the motor runs the motor must run

they confiscated every accident

and turned ourselves in on our selfish turns

with visitations from the underwhelmed

five years she fears to hold my broken head

why were you gone why were you gone so long

she is the reason that i still believe

cover your eyes in the pouring rain

cover your eyes everyone is all the same

far away