Letras:
Christmas Fuller Project

I?ve flown too much this year. There?s a fear of weapons: shoes and toothpaste, bottled water. One flight was delayed by weather when a fast summer rain

Every day I don't know where I've been. I've fallen off the boat to swim. I've lost my raft. Ball, chain on my foot. Gasp, air, need breath. Someone

Having too much of a good thing never crossed my mind. When I saw you on a bus ride, you were coming back to hide. You were honest. You were bright.

It's true I don't know how to heal the things I can't feel. Could I let you down? I'm so afraid. Your plea, what a wondrous thing! And your tears take

If I were a wise man standing in circles on a white submarine, oh all the places we'd go. And if I saw the world through colors on a canvas and a song

The wheel runs cold, hands brittle as braking; the road I am taking is making me old. Time slows down, traveling backwards, examining your words for traces

This island stretched and laid out face down in the ocean, a blight in her back. I am half as big as the universe and half as small Heaven sent me to

I'm not afraid to die?I dove off the Russia on the midnight mid-Atlantic. I'm not afraid of you?I've seen the path from Albion to Calais. I'm not afraid

I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being alone. If I could travel faster than light would I still be alone? I'm tired of passing the days. I'm tired