I've Kept My Head Against The Wall
I've Been This Way For So Long Now
You Weren't Exactly Falling Over Yourself
When Last I Saw You
Well I Always Thought
We'd Get Along Like A House On Fire
Until You Told Me That I'd Have To Go
How Can Someone Like You Work That Slow
Whatever You Think Of Me
You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See
Whatever You Think Of Me
You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See
I Don't Feel Anything No More
This State Of Grace Is Consuming Me
I'm Not Grown Up And I Am Not A Boy
I Feel No Pain And I Feel No Joy
Well I Always Thought
We'd Get Along Like A House On Fire
In Those Days When The Sun Was Warm
I Ran In The Street Where I Was Born
Whatever You Think Of Me
You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See
Whatever You Think Of Me
You Listen Hard And I Will Make You See
The Streets Are So Empty At This Time Of Night
I'd Rather Walk On My Own Than Fight
In A World Where I'd Forgotten You
I Found Myself Forgotten, Too
That's The Danger Of Believing Books
And All The Lies Of Those Thieves And Crooks
We Sing Intellectual Songs Of Love
From A Stolen Pen To A Velvet Glove