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
Baldy Knees
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
I'm The Blinder
We Must Be Ploughed-Up
Let's Build A Planet
A Bed That Breathes With Him
So Busted Before Your Righteous Throne
Let's Go Javelin'
Feed Your Sheep A Burning Lamp
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Disaster Will Come Upon You, & You Will Not Know How To Conjure-it Away
We Don't Know How It Grows
Animals Are Cut In Two
Place Your Wind Against My Sails
Rainbow=Warbow
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
Pressing Into It
Sailing The Veil-boat