Face down
A floating stone
Beyond the reaches of her glow
Slowly coming undone
Emotional topography
A trench in my backyard
Armageddon, am I wrong?
Armageddon, all night long
I hear it can't be won
Another eastern front
It's headed for us
Float by
Goodbye
She's turning on me
Heavy doubt
A minor deceit
Make it count
Make it count
Armageddon, am I wrong?
[Hopeless at the top]
Armageddon, all night long
[Born to make the drop/ Blown away]