Pierluigi Riccio:
As the City Burned, We Trembled for We Saw the Makings of Its Undoings in Our Own...
Pierluigi Riccio:
Summertime made promises It knew it couldn't keep.
Pierluigi Riccio:
Lover, You Should Have Come Over
Pierluigi Riccio:
The Wishing Well And The Willow Tree
Pierluigi Riccio:
Ghosts Will Come and Kiss Our Eyes
Pierluigi Riccio:
Some Things Just Stick In Your Mind
Pierluigi Riccio:
My Heart Has A Wish That You Would Not Go.
Pierluigi Riccio:
Buildings Began to Stretch Wide Across the Sky, and The Air Filled With a Reddish Glow.
Pierluigi Riccio:
Like the howling glory of the darkest winds, this voice was thunderous and the words holy, tangling their way around our hearts and clutching our innocent awe.