Bang Bang You're Dead, Hole in Your Head

Summer's Gone

Selling the Drama

Stella Was a Diver and She Was Always Down

I Stood There Invisible in the Panicking Crowds

You Looked So Beautiful in the Rising Heat

All Growth Is a Leap in the Dark

Those Days, Days, Days Run Away Like Horses Over the Hill

Sour Cherry

Nobody Loves No One

Church on Sunday

"Strangely enough we are all seeking a form of devotion which fits our sense of wonder." - J. Marks

With a Heavy Lid