Afterlife
There is a her shaped hole in this world...

Alone
I am a little restless with the sound of a child...

Dear God
She's dying over and over again...

Do not carve me into stone
Shortening my breath everyday...

Explosion
I am explosive...

For a Second
Just for a second there...

There are ghosts in the telephone
She says...

We are ghosts in this house
I am a ghost in this house...

Gypsies
We are the children of the Four...

Heaven Sent
Such comfort in your breath...

I love you enough
I won a battle...

I will always be as this
It is as clear to me as on a freezing day...