Salt on my lips
Arm on the door...

See you in October
Where we still going...

September 21 the last
Day of Summer...

September 21 the last
Day of Summer...

Shirley
You are like...

Sickness
Spills through the valley...

Small
Dusty hands...

So you mean the world to me
Father you are the one...

Some day I will be losing all my fears
I have fear of height...

Someone like my Father
Is the one that made me...

Somewhere in time
I need to make...

You sold my soul
That was sick...