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
That You May Be Gracious
Flea Market Temple
Animals Are Cut In Two
Sailing The Veil-boat
Our First Full Day Was Spent In Rest
Drowning Chariot
We Don't Know How It Grows
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
We Must Be Ploughed-Up
We're Very Greatly Loved
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Celebrating Hearts Aligned
Place Your Wind Against My Sails