a bag full of crickets
aftertouch
alpine revisited
aqueduct
arteest
aspirin
autophile
back where we started from
betrayer-seducer
big top
borealis
by logic
carisoprodol
catbird
catbird (alt. lyrics)
cedarwood
channel closed
covetous
crimson haze
cupid
dead out
decadence
deresonated
different
dimethyl sulfoxide
downs
effigy
espana
eulogy
eve raised up
everlasting
fade away
feverdream
great expectations
halogen
happy
hatred
heaven gel
heliotrope
helpless in a dream
high school
honeysuckle
hotfoot
hypochondria
idlewild
incandescent
inquisition rex
invasion
isosceles
jellywishes
johnny come lately
lethargy
little indian
lookit me im alternative
lullaby
masked fighter
meat impact
melange
memoriam
meringue
metallic peach
mindlessly devoted
moonbeach
mournful
nostalgia
not like you
nuclear girl
number one zero
nursery queen
of youth
one talent
opaque
pastures
pollen
potemkin must die
potemkins version
prefix
probably not an issue
pyrachnid
reflex
rose thirteen
rotting plaster
saline
sans kidney
shell
shrewd
solitaire
spigot
stability
stalking annie
state of disgrace
stitches
sweetlove
tapioca
the beginning and the end
the moderns
this moment
this ride i like
twine
unclean
videoblind
vitabuse
warm
wellbutrin
while im still young
withersoft

Alpine Revisited

i've seen the funeral in your eyes.
there's no denying that i'm tired.
but if you want to fight
i promise i'll hold on to life.
so don't sleep light.

the way this ends will make villains and victims cry for hope
and you'll be fighting blind to lash out in the raging snow.
you may be tired and i'm near tears. i can't recall when last we dined.
i'm getting hungrier. what can we do to pass the time in this alpine?

i'll tear you limb from limb. i'll
gain courage from your heart. i'll
never believe in wishes.
no wish could get me out of here.

three stones once marked our pilot's cairn
now only two can be found there.
has it fallen on the slope
or are you clinging on to hope?
it just takes one throw.

i'll feast on sticks and marrow
won't stop until tomorrow.
how can we be saved when the
storm blots all light from our eyes in this alpine?