We built it high so we wouldn’t feel small,
But the higher it gets, the harder we fall.
Every truth we tried to bury
Just echoes off the walls.
It’s pretty ’til it cuts too deep,
We shine, we break, we bleed.
And I see what no one sees 
The cracks beneath this glass city.

Glass City

Last Day Of June

Driving Home

Some Things Cannot Be Changed

Variations on Phillip Glass

Dissolution

Uncovering Your Tracks

Versions of the Truth

Out of Line

Leave Me Be

The Game

Under the Fragmented Sky

Sorrow

The Fountain (Radio Edit)

Out of Line

The Pineapple Thief

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