Dogsong Aka Sleep Dog Lullaby

All the dogs are haunted. And the snow melts on the grass. You were what I wanted. But the fever could not last. . In the day, I am dreaming. In the night, I am cold.

Dogsong 2

All the dogs are haunted. And the snow melts on the grass. You were what I wanted. But the fever could not last. . In the day, I am dreaming. In the night, I am cold.

Crow Waltz

Broken Telephone

I'll be the wind in your leaves. The warmth of the sun. I'm always drawing your colors. I'm always tracing your footsteps. . It's a hard world, it's a cold world.

A Thousand Tiny Pieces

Lets play this one out, until it explodes. Into a thousand tiny pieces. Whats the story universe. You are melody in numbers. You were shapes you were rhythms.

Somebody Help Me Out

Somebody help me out, me out. . Somebody help me out. . Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. . Keep move, keep moving on. Keep move, keep moving on. . Please help me out, give me a chance.

I Like Your Style

The Well Of Tradition

Riot and remember. To take all that you can. As you shake to the floor. I'd give all to break your fall. . To the angels up there, I don't care. And if I can prevent you from being here.

Vengeance

[music: Tuomas Saukkonen, words: Tuomas Saukkonen]. . her voice is calling again. to me with songs of suffering. she sings to me from beyond. repeats your name and the crime you've done.

The Process Of Losing And Gaining

Unread reasoning stands on our heads. A red motivation has white virtues. . But the mind and its sensibilities. Are not fitting comfortably in the skin.

Milwaukee

I'm no longer waiting on the sun to rise. I spent too long, just to say good-bye. The horizon changed as I lost my pride. I've spent too many years to say good-bye.

Undone

[music: T. Saukkonen | words: T. Saukkonen]. . Deep within. on my skin. bitterness feeds my grief. I fall inside. and close my eyes. Can't push my heart aside.

Staring At Backgrounds

Knowing that as the days all crack. In the background of a life before my mind. Images of history. Would never show their fucking face again. Or even think of resurrection.

Unbreakable

This painted smile stains my face. My spoken words meaningless and false. My eyes won't reflect a thing. Impossible to see me brake. . The mirror on the wall.

Ghost

The philosopher's dead. Buried in his own head. When did we stop dreaming. Where did we lose sight. . Aspiring to be. What the eleven year-old me. Would never stand for.

Sight To Frame

The Black

[music: Tuomas Saukkonen, words: Tuomas Saukkonen/Panu Willman]. . this place like hell where you belong. nation of leeches, kingdom made of thorns. civil war inside your head is starting to breed.

Fallen Bird

Pick your fights. Tonight the dream is real. These neon lights. Reflect the way I feel. . Fallen Bird. Take my wings. I am lost. Through all my dreams.

Shallow Pockets

We call for all of those in need of hope. We call for all those to say this is the day. . So tell me how can. You shake hands with a clenched fist. And tell me how can.

Take My Pain

Paralysed, I cannot breath. Tearstained, unable to inhale. Kneeled down, face on the ground. Screaming aloud but cannot hear the sound. . I would have given my life.