of course i'm mad.

in december, you'll remember and you'll never want to do wrong again.

we're cold, we're golden.

i only need a few things to get by...

my love, the sun and the moon.

fall to dreams cold, and i'll wake to find fire in you.

i almost lost it again. i nearly sealed my book shut.

a boy and his dog can only go for so long.

don't make me search for desire.

help me to find fire.