From lips of children
You'll be praised
We see the heavens raised
To make room for Your glory
A generation that's to come
Will make up song and hum
The details of your story
Your years go through all generations
Why do You bother with mankind
Of old the prophets foretold You
In every household
Celebrating hearts aligned
Dear John
Dear John
The Body Binds Us
Sailing The Veil-boat
Let's Go Javelin'
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Let's Build A Planet
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Flea Market Temple
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
We Don't Know How It Grows
Animals Are Cut In Two
Place Your Wind Against My Sails
Pressing Into It
We Must Be Ploughed-Up
Praise Awaits You
Drowning Chariot
They're Bad But We're Worse
Celebrating Hearts Aligned
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes