Am I real and what do I feel
Hate is half a heart
Only I am in my arms

You were sold as something to hold
Nothing's as rude as the cold
Stupidly beautifoolish true you
Maybe madness is a heart
Maybe heaven is a habit

If I could fly I'd live in the sky
I'd come from why and obviously you do too
The very start of everything hard could be the slip of a fingertip

• Accidently Kelly Street
• Cuscatlan
• Dangerous
• Explode
• Girl
• Labour of Love
• Lonely
• Most Beautiful
• No Time
• Ordinary Angels
• Pretty Friend
• Reflect
• See/believe