Lots - Dan Deacon

HEAD SOUTH

HEADSTONG

WAKE EACH

GREY DAWN

HOLD ON

WEAKNESS

NO PRINTS

PRINCESS

MOTHER

MY NEST

ONE CHOICE TO MAKE

GET READY TO GO

FEEL LIKE WE’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

WITHOUT A CHOICE AND INSECURE

OF WHERE WE’D BE WITHOUT THIS NET AROUND

YET WE’VE ALWAYS HATED IT

NOW WE STAND UPON A CHANCE

TO BREAK THE CHAINS AND BREAK THE LANCE

THAT CUTS INTO THE HEART

AND BURNS THE ESSENCE OF OUR DREAM’S DESIRE

NO HOPE

IN SIGHT

HELD ON

TOO TIGHT

SKYLINE

BURNT DOWN

NO CROPS

DUST CLOUD

BLIND DOGS

RUN DEEP

PALE SURF

COLD FEET

ONE CHOICE TO MAKE

GET READY TO GO

COLD THRONE

NO SIRE

BLACK EARTH

PAST FIRE

FLUSHED OUT

REGRET

NO PAST

NO SENSE

BRAVE DAYS

AHEAD

NONE REST

NONE YET

ONE CHOICE TO MAKE

GET READY TO GO