Unknown States of Preordained Melodic Vulnerability

Where the Angels Are Born, They Take Their Place by Fall, and the Ghosts, They Come by Moonlight to Take Your Soul

I Hear the Wind Play in Your Hair and Through the Window the Light Shines So Fast That We Are Barely Sleeping

The Choreography of the Morning Paper

Find the Reason You Lack to Be Truly Happy

The Only Prayer I Know by Heart Is Echoing in the Distance When I Can't See the Road Ahead