The Wind Plays Flute
Through The Cellar Door
And On My Window Sill
Plays A Sad Old Song
I Hope Tonight
You Will Touch My Hair
And Draw Ghosts On My Back
Walk The Shore
Too Impassable
Shout At Screaming Waves
Shout At Silent Rocks
I Think Tonight
I'll Dream Of Salty Tongues
So Tears Drip Down My Legs
The Wind Plays Song
Through The Cellar Door
And On My Window Sill
Plays A Sad Old Song
I Hope Tonight
You Will Touch My Hair
And Draw Ghosts On My Back