Good Weather For An Airstrike
I Let Myself Flow
Onwwards
Through The Head
Halfway
Backwards
I See Myself Singing
The Anthem
We Wrote Together
We
Had
Our Dream
We Had Everything
We Rode To The End Of The World
We Rode Searching
Climbed The Skyscrapers
That Popped Up, Later
The Peace Is Out
I Lose Balance
Fall Down
I Let Myself Flow
Through The Head
I Always Come Back
To The Same Place
Total Silence
No Answer
But The Best Thing
God Has Created
Is A New
Day