theadee: real's a dream
theadee: good times never seemed so good
theadee: it just won't listen
theadee: went along many moors, walked through many doors
theadee: I'm out on my own again; face down in the porcelain
theadee: something causing fear to fly, rising like a dark knight
theadee: my world's a constant blur
theadee: I can write the saddest poem of all tonight
theadee: charmed by his poetic nature but bored by his patriotic ideals
theadee: we can change the weather as long as we're together
theadee: it's our secret
theadee: where do you go to, my lovely?
theadee: one hot sunny day
theadee: It Sometimes Happens
theadee: Sleeping In Your Hand
theadee: Blah
theadee: Dancing
theadee: "...where the oxlips and the nodding violet grows"
theadee: "I know a bank where the wild thyme grows..."
theadee: "And, constant stars, in them I read such art, as truth and beauty shall together thrive"
theadee: "What potions have I drunk of siren tears?"
theadee: Daydreamer
theadee: Half Past Twelve
theadee: Swirl Away
theadee: On Fire
theadee: Chase The Shadows Away
theadee: I Wish You
theadee: What Happened To The World That Day?
theadee: Bokehroid
theadee: Clowns