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
Let's Go Javelin'
Baldy Knees
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
So Busted Before Your Righteous Throne
I'm The Blinder
The Body Binds Us
Flea Market Temple
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Disaster Will Come Upon You, & You Will Not Know How To Conjure-it Away
So-so Sorry Teacher
To Love Like The Father And Son Love Each Other
A Bed That Breathes With Him
Hey Advocate
The Famine's Hard
Feed Your Sheep A Burning Lamp
They're Bad But We're Worse
Skip The Rope
Can't Even Breathe On My Own Two Feet