[europe Has] This Tradition Of Self Revelation

Maybe There's A God Above, As For Me, All I've Ever Seemed To Learn From Love Is How To Shoot At Someone Who Outdrew You. Yeah But It's Not A Complaint That You Hear Tonight, It's Not The Laughter Of Someone Who Claims To Have Seen The Light No It's A Cold And It's A Very Lonely Hallelujah.

Lift Me Like An Olive Branch And Be My Homeward Dove Dance Me To The End Of Love.

How Bitter Were The Prozac Pills Of The Last Few Hundred Mornings

Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring.

Stunned And Still Not Suffering. Swollen With Care And Anxiety And Still Not Suffering. Useless, Old And Full Of Grief, But Still Not Suffering.