Trapped, Suffocating Inside A Snowglobe. Written in 2007 after a particularly brutal winter. (Spring was taking its precious time manifesting.) It kind of expanded from there, taking on a new meaning, as the lyrics perculated.

If "Jenny Blue" is the closer, and "Shrinking Violet" is the outro, then this is the postlude to the outro. The only track I played in real-time on from beginning to end. (No idea how I managed to pull that off..)

Format Sea - Part Four. The outro. (One of the spots where I actually think I got the vocals fairly okay.)

Self-titled opening track from Dead In The Water. Part one of the Format Sea suite.

A well of thoughts continues, but who is it dreaming in the white room? Midnight has drifted away, and we're headed towards the dawn of the next day.

Well there's one kind favour I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean Well there's two white horses in a line Carryin' me to my buryin' ground Dig my grave with a silver spade And lower me down with a golden chain If you ever…

just as it’s time to Leave lightly as a feather comes a band a cut from a rug

I sometimes feel alone with my spaghetti. But I'm never alone when I'm with my drummer! Though being alone with a drummer can be scary. At times such as these - frightened, alone, hungry, with a drummer - I am driven to ask: WWFSMD?

Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission. I liked Kelly's songs. It was strange; dweller and I changed everything, turned them inside out.

(this track's a bit hot, mind it doesn't hurt your ears, please) So many reasons for sorrow. One sees from within sorrow, and sees only sorrow. But we must look awry at these weeping walls, these streaking-blind windows: they are of our own…