Someone Gave Me Wishes And I Wished

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.

Everyone Has A Kind Of Magical System That They Employ In The Hopes That This Will Open Up The Channels.

I Want History To Jump On Canada's Spine With Sharp Skates.

Every Heart To Love Will Come, But Like A Refugee

A Heavy Burden Lifted From My Soul, I Heard That Love Was Out Of My Control.