A Beatles-esque ballad about hazy brain activity due to the anger of a recent break-up.

Inner wars, hauntings, like wolverines chasing us down and making us believe that love is merely dangerous, vicious, and it was never really our fault.

The story of a man who leaves his life behind to pursue his passion for music and to find the love of his life. He gets in his car and heads south with complete faith that he'll find what he's looking for. And he does.

First of all this song is very personal. I constantly let this person come and go when ever she pleased and in the end it did not work out. This song represents the exact emotions I felt during the time we were seeing each other.

They say "passion doesn't last" in relationships, but then you see these couples who have been married 30, 40, 50 years and still look like they're dating. They're either truly obsessive, or have found a different way to make it last.

I found rooftop access to my apartment complex. Don't tell. I've been going up there lately and romanticizing about all the endless possibilities of the space. Everything from poker games to string lights, to dance parties to moonlit dinners.

Written in front of a roaring fireplace in Zuni, New Mexico as I was reminiscing about a past relationship that didn't work out because of a lack communication.

Same story as the other version with some refined lyrics and key change to lift it up a bit.Got some great input from other members and also from Barbara Cloyd, which I implemented in this version and would love to hear your thoughts?

A little fairytale I wrote for my cousin when she asked me to sing her to sleep!