Philipp Christ:
The Dark Tower
Philipp Christ:
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Philipp Christ:
Suppose They Told the Truth
Philipp Christ:
And crawling on this planet's face
Philipp Christ:
The leading horse is white
Philipp Christ:
This Isn't What We Meant
Philipp Christ:
And I can't do Enough to prove
Philipp Christ:
His Arms Open
Philipp Christ:
Why we don't read between the lines
Philipp Christ:
There's things half in shadow and halfway in light
Philipp Christ:
Moon in the Man
Philipp Christ:
Windfrei
Philipp Christ:
so long as I get SOMEWHERE
Philipp Christ:
The city - it calls to me
Philipp Christ:
Is this a cosmic design?
Philipp Christ:
There's a house with no bell...
Philipp Christ:
“You are the dead”
Philipp Christ:
And let the story guide me
Philipp Christ:
Sly
Philipp Christ:
The way things might have been
Philipp Christ:
Wheels
Philipp Christ:
I am the passugger...
Philipp Christ:
Mother, did it need to be so high?
Philipp Christ:
World without logos
Philipp Christ:
Eloi
Philipp Christ:
The ship is indefensible
Philipp Christ:
I won’t stray down the dark path
Philipp Christ:
This summer I hear the drumming
Philipp Christ:
With two cats in the yard
Philipp Christ:
Art is Therapy
