1. Time Bomb Sounds

You’re wasting it. And oh we suffer, how we suffer all those time bomb sounds exploding. Alive inside your breaking heart, a rush and I'm crushed, but I'm breathing.
And I'm strong and I'm weak, but I'm sure enough for both of us.
And oh we suffer, how we suffer. And now you’re singing, oh you’re singing all those time bomb sounds, exploding.
A head in hands and a whisper filling up the walls of our house.
And it's low but it's patient and soon enough...
In a stone-cold minute, you blew right through me. This hole all I've got.
The sky above us, the ground beneath us, all bleeding out to rust.
And oh we suffer, how we suffe. And now you’re singing oh you’re singing.


We don’t listen. You know we don’t listen ‘til heads are on fire. This house is on fire.
Oh we don’t listen. You know we don’t listen ‘til hearts are on fire.
This house is on fire.
We don’t listen. You know, we don’t listen ‘til heads are on fire. This house is on fire.
Oh we don’t listen you know, we don’t listen ‘til hearts are on fire.
This house is on fire.
Light it up! LIght it up!

In a stone-cold minute, you blew right through me. This hole all I've got.
The sky above us, the ground beneath us, all bleeding out to rust.
You’re wasting it. And oh we suffer, how we suffer.

2. Bright Faced & Beautiful

When you’re bright-faced and beautiful will you turn this around?
Will you look into the distance and just hear the sound of the crowd?
When you're tipsy and turning through a world you don’t want to know, is it just enough to hear the wind and know it will come, but it may go, it will go?
Ooooooo Cars alive, in an oooooo sleepless night and who could think to wake to this?
When you’re bright-faced and beautiful, will it it all look so small, when you’re standing on the mountain that you built of it all looking down, looking down?

And oooooo, haunt this place
And oooooo, line my face with the kinds of stories only you and I could make
And oooooo, take me down , and oooooo pass me around and see what pieces come back in what place
And oooooo, haunt this place . And oooooohh,line my face with the kinds of stories only you and I could make
Who am I to raise it up? Who am I to burn it down?
Who am I to figure this out? And who am I to raise it up?
Who am I to suffer it? Who am I to figure this out?
And who am I to raise it up? Who am I to burn it down? Who am I to figure this out?
And oooooo, haunt this place. And oooooo, line my face . And oooooo, haunt this place
And oooooo, line my face.And oooooo, haunt this place

3. Eyes Wide Open

And I’ll run, and you run and we both believed no one can catch us if we don’t look back, but we all look back
Deceiving, this feeling awake then you crush the celling beneath your toes
And so it begins

I’m on my way back home
To see for myself that you’re gone.

(hey........ oh ….hey.......oh...hey... oh)

Arrivals, departures, you just found a part of your heart that could never close, so take that away, from today
Deceiving, this feeling asleep then you crush the celling beneath your toes
and so it begins again

I’m on my way back home to see for myself, yeah I’ll see for myself that you’re gone.

(hey........ oh ….hey.......oh...hey... oh)

Eyes wide, eyes wide, eyes wide open
Eyes wide, eyes wide, eyes wide open
Eyes wide, eyes wide, eyes wide open

take this down and make it seem like we’re just all in one loud dream
and all together we might turn it down
So into silence, here we go,
When we pass that mile we’ll know,
87th street is growing green, growing green

(hey........ oh…. hey.......oh...hey... oh)
And I’ll run, and you run and we both believed no one can catch us if we don’t look back

4. Helium Head

This must be, what’s meant by un-sane fears roaming wild in my brain.
Turning the pages so fast . I just want, to turn them all back.

In my helium head, there’s a hole that you left.

Time’s creeping out through that hole, the rooms’ spinning out of control.
Your eyes are the last thing I’ll see before turning into debris.

In my helium head, there's a song that you left.
And this fire will make me over. And the rush won't drag me under.
I’m fading. Retrace me. I’m faded.
In my helium head,there's a song that you left.
and the fire will make over, but the rush won’t drag me under.
In my helium, in my helium, in my helium head.

5. The Willful Suspension of Disbelief (Remastered)

You're setting sail, you never thought you'd get wet, regret, the rise and fall of every slippery breath, instead.
And I believed it all.
You're on a high, you’re staring down at the blue sky, deny the slight-of-hand, covers over in gray, a stay.

And I believed it all- the devil and the dawn. It all..
The devil and the dawn. It all, the wicked and the rise and the fall of it all.

Took out a sign, cant miss it from the highway, the skyway. It rolls at night over the passers-by inside

And I believed it all- the dog and all the bones.
It all, It all, the wicked and the rise and the fall of it all It all,
the devil and the dawn It all, the wicked and the rise and the fall of it all

Pulp and science fiction, it takes a special skill to keep conviction.
Still running round the backyard caped in bed sheets, you wouldn't take off for any reason.
A light to catch your eyes on, you only ever fix on one horizon.
And I believed it all, the devil and the dawn.
It all, the wicked and the rise and the fall of it all It alll.
The dog and all the bones, it all, the wicked and the rise and the fall of it all.

6. Keep the Ghosts

One last breath then paralyzed, and this will stop my heart.
A world of indecision, I know enough to fall apart.
Raw from the erosion of all my youthful pride,
The armor set, the days got met, unsinkable but untried.
And with all these things you look for a reason.
Tell me what you know.
With all these things you claw for a reason, fingers to the bone.
And while you die a little bit inside,but one foot on the boat .
You die a little bit inside. The windows fill with smoke.
With all the days you left here, with all of you I kept,
I’ll meet you where the sidewalk ends, unsinkable and unwept.
And with all these things you look for a reason,
Tell me what’s to know?
With all these things you claw for a reason, fingers to the bone
And while you die a little bit inside-one foot on the boat .
And while you die a little bit inside the windows fill with smoke
Erase enough to dull the edges.
Erase enough to see right through it.
Erase enough, but keep the ghosts. Let's keep the ghosts.
Keep the ghosts
Keep the ghosts
Keep the ghosts

7. Eleven

Awake and awaiting the covers to blow
The sea and the cake and you never can know What takes the tide, turns it about and the big truth revealed
The deeper the ocean the more that you feel

I’ve been keeping my head out of this doing the things that you do to pick a fight.

Oooooo, a tell and a take and the mixed-up designs
Of all of the movies you play in your mind, to keep you sane
Level and steady and trued to the course through waves of seduction, through waves of divorce

I’ve been keeping my head out of this doing the things that you do too,
I’ve been keeping my head out of this doing the things that you do to pick a fight, a fight, a fight

Tripped up on the one true love that never let you go
Second time, the third time round, don’t see what you don’t know
And it all sits there, waits for your desire
The one true secret left for you to try is....

….......oooooooooooooo................................

I’ve been keeping my head out of this, doing the things that you do to,
I’ve been keeping my head out of this, doing the things that you do to pick a fight,
a fight, a fight, a fight

8. Try

I’m racing God, down to the water and I’ve got waves in my shoes.
Seasick and desperate to lose.
I’ll tell you, you’re never the same.
You clean out that house every day.
I’ll tell you, you’re never the same.
You clean out that house every day.

(Kill me) Sadness is this whale capsizing boats with its’ tale.
Then deep-diving down, 10 leagues, but you still feel the sound.
I’ll tell you, you’re never the same.
You look for that face every day.
I’ll tell you, you’re never the same.
You look for that face...every day.
You look for that face...every day.

We’re in the bright sky. We’re in the moonlight.
We're in the lightning. We’re in the black stars.

We’re in the storm. This is a head-wind.
This is a dead-spin. This is the last dance,
This is the romance. This is the storm.
We’re in storm.

TRY, TRY, TRY, TRY, TRY, TRY

9.Atlas Wye

Instrumental song This is a piano piece I wrote, shortly after Anne died. I literally had no words. The voice you hear on the recording is Anne. We miss you friend. - Yvonne