In our midst
The kingdom sits
And draws us to come in,
Among us here
Invites us near
And it won't ever end.
Don't you fear,
It's his pleasure
And we're pressing into it,
So let's all press
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
They're Bad But We're Worse
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
A Bed That Breathes With Him