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