Ghosts
Cruelty
Schopenhauer's
Gloat
Pools of Blue
Broken Wing
Listen Mary
Giants
Stanley Steamer
Gloat
Did you come around here last night?
Little footprints at my door
Did you come here to make it right
Or were you just here to gloat?
Oh, the rumours must be true
‘Cause some harpies say it’s so
When it’s me who makes you believe
You need to move along
When you hope it makes me one
All I could ever do was be but a crutch to you
All that you did for me was slow me down to talk me out of hope
Did you come around here last night?
Little footprints at my door
Did you come here to make it right
Or were you just here to gloat?
Oh, the rumours must be true
‘Cause some harpies say it’s so
When it’s me who makes you believe
You need to move along
When you hope it makes me one
All I could ever do was be but a crutch to you
All that you did for me was slow me down to talk me out of hope