A hundred times the sun
Sets fire as omen
Like a splinter in the hay
Points you don't separate
So close
Over
Faithless
Go there
One two three
Won't you live for me
Selling souls
Making groceries
Get a grip on lunar life
So much for good advice
Who's marching in the stands?
No head, cap in hands
Reflected eye, a crucifix
Habitat that's in eclipse
Turn the right one to the light
Try to bend it out of sight