Wake Up Feeling Good 
Go To Bed Frequently Lost In The Wood 
A Soldier's Tale Of Soul Winning Love 
No Drunken Stuff Spewing Out Of My Mouth 
All Over Now Out 

Birdsong In The Night 
The Sound Drags A Net Through The Twilight 
Emptiness In Computors Bothers Me 
These Are The Seas In Our Minds 
We Make Our Own Confine In Time