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
Let's Build A Planet
Sailing The Veil-boat
Let's Go Javelin'
Flea Market Temple
Animals Are Cut In Two
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Praise Awaits You
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
We Don't Know How It Grows
We Must Be Ploughed-Up
Place Your Wind Against My Sails
Pressing Into It
Our First Full Day Was Spent In Rest
Drowning Chariot
We're Very Greatly Loved
They're Bad But We're Worse