No One Masters The Heart.

I've Never Thought Of Myself As A Religious Person.

The Birds They Sangat The Break Of Day.start Again!!i Heard Them Say

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring.

And What Can I Tell You, My Brother, My Killer, What Can I Possibly Say? I Guess That I Miss You, I Guess I Forgive You, I'm Glad You Stood In My Way