It's gonna rain champagne and the hills are gonna dance. There will be power in the blood when that helicopter comes.
The sky will swim in lightning fire and the trees will shake and scream. Rocks gonna roll up hill and the sun will dive in the sea. The dead gonna wake and sing and roll their bones in the grass.
My Ghost
In The Air
Sleepy
I Fell
My friend
Tin Foil
My Ghost
If The World Should End In Fire
Far From Any Road
The House Carpenter
Sleepy
Where The Birch Trees Lean
Stalled
Everything That Rises Must Converge
If The World Should End In Fire
Stalled
Love is Like
After We Shot The Grizzly
When You Whispered
Down In The Valley Of Hollow Logs