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- A Campfire Song
- A Room For Everything
- Across The Fields
- All That Never Happens
- Among The Americans
- Anthem For Doomed Youth
- Arbor Day
- Back O' The Moon
- Because The Night
- Beyond The Blue
- Big Star
- Cabaret
- Can't Ignore The Train
- Candy Everybody Wants
- Cherry Tree
- Circle Dream
- City Of Angel
- City Of Angels
- Cotton Alley
- Daktari
- Death Of Manolete
- Don't Talk
- Dust Bowl
- Earth Pressed Flat
- Eat For Two
Eden- Ellen
- Even With My Eyes Closed
- Everyday Is Like Sunday
- Everyone A Puzzle Lover
- Few And Far Between
- Girl On A Train
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- A Campfire Song
- A Room For Everything
- Across The Fields
- All That Never Happens
- Among The Americans
- Anthem For Doomed Youth
- Arbor Day
- Back O' The Moon
- Because The Night
- Beyond The Blue
- Big Star
- Cabaret
- Can't Ignore The Train
- Candy Everybody Wants
- Cherry Tree
- Circle Dream
- City Of Angel
- City Of Angels
- Cotton Alley
- Daktari
- Death Of Manolete
- Don't Talk
- Dust Bowl
- Earth Pressed Flat
- Eat For Two
- Eden
- Ellen
- Even With My Eyes Closed
- Everyday Is Like Sunday
- Everyone A Puzzle Lover
- Few And Far Between
- Girl On A Train
[ Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant ]
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed.
What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly?
It must be for something more than vanity.
Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream.
We're not as close as we could be.
Willing to grow but rains are shallow.
Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be.
Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison.
And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us.
Reason will be guided another way.
All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise.
Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine?
Is there still time?
If we wake and discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly?