Few Hit Wonder
No Strangers
Raise the Stakes
Engine in the void
Over and Out
Peregrine's Game
Sne
Oneiric Weather

There are many ways, I'd say. It's an ordinary day today, it might lead us to a fine place.

I went all the way, but I stopped and hollowed my face. Hollow am I, hollow the bone and the roofs we are walking as hollow as truth.

So I stepped out, wished I was home, but I was all alone, all on my own, don't you go away.