The stangers attacking
Our hearts are all lacking
But God means nothing to them
The hit-men hold coupons
And say God is gone
Or trying to do me in
Oh search and be silent
On a bed that breathes with Him
Our hearts are forgetting
The thugs are all betting
That God will only condemn
Their questions rhetorical
I wish they'd get homesick
And find their way back again
Dear John
Dear John
The Body Binds Us
Sailing The Veil-boat
Let's Go Javelin'
Animals Are Cut In Two
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Let's Build A Planet
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Flea Market Temple
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
We Don't Know How It Grows
Place Your Wind Against My Sails
Pressing Into It
We Must Be Ploughed-Up
Praise Awaits You
Drowning Chariot
They're Bad But We're Worse
Celebrating Hearts Aligned
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes