| 0 | The Light Burnt Open |
| 0 | Fallen From The Wounded Day |
| 0 | The Sunshine Slumbered Among The Roses |
| 0 | Who Lived So Strange An Abstract Life Of Beauty And Introspection |
| 0 | It Was the Nightingale |
| 0 | The Smell Of Dust |
| 0 | Across The Dome Of The Scalded Sky |
| 0 | Green Water Seethes With Velvet Stillness |
| 0 | The Sound Of Your Heart Beating Against The Burning Ground Where You Lie |
| 0 | The Colours Hurt My Eyes |