There Are Enough Scary Rock & Roll

I Am The Worst Influence. If You Can't Handle Your Vices, Then I Am The Devil.

Got A Little Red Line That Tells You, Boy Where The Razor's Been.

I'm Trying Not To Move, It's Just Your Ghost Passing Through

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

Do We Soon Forget The Things We Cannot See?