Where Are The Children
Needles In Their Veins
Waiting For Something
Waiting For The Rain
I'm Only Nothing
Nothing You Can Hide
Waiting For Morning
And The Morning Tide
I Can See
What Eyes Are All On Me
Looking For Something
Something You May Find
Searching The Whole World
It's Inside Your Mind
Digging A Hole Deep
Deep Inside Your Soul
It's The Season
It's The Place To Go