Made a house of prostitution
Supposed to be a house of God
It felt more like the flea market
And not the home of Aaron's rod
You can't see budding twigs when it's so dead in here
And they will fear when they see God Himself among them
Among them in the temple courtyard
Thrashing all the people out
With homemade whip the first occasion
And three years later the second time
He flipped the tables over on Passover
Dear John
Dear John
The Body Binds Us
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Our First Full Day Was Spent In Rest
Sailing The Veil-boat
Let's Build A Planet
Let's Go Javelin'
You Wouldn't Embarrass Me, Would You?
They're Bad But We're Worse
That You May Be Gracious
We Don't Know How It Grows
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Place Your Wind Against My Sails
Drowning Chariot
We're Very Greatly Loved
Flea Market Temple
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Animals Are Cut In Two
Celebrating Hearts Aligned