1. CONTACT

Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.

Remember we used to speak.
Now I'm starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?

Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Is this it?

God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be,
The great peace we all seek.

Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

Did your clouds stop his voice?

And brother have you found the great peace that we all seek?
You say take a look around.
If there's a God, then he must be asleep.
God, must be asleep
God, must be asleep
God, must be asleep
God, must be asleep


2. EMPIRE

And I was a middle son,
between two wayward ones.
I was more deserving of my parents love.

I had an angels smile,
hiding a vultures bite.
I had no use for your redeeming blood.

Aren't I glory, glorious?

Glory, glorious.
Aren't we glory, glorious?
Aren't we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet?

Cause I was a pharisee,
I never saw my need for grace;
Then your love came to me
stood next to mine, and I saw that I was poor.

Show me I was poor.
Show us we are,
show us we are.

Glory, glorious.
We are glory, glorious.
Not from what good we have done
but from being the least. [x2]

Glory, glorious.
Oh, I don't know how I was made.

My heaven tower sways atop their fleeting praise.
God, I don't know how I was made.

Glory, glorious.
Are we glory, glorious?
Are we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet?
Glory, glorious.
We are glory, glorious
not from what we've done,
but being the least.

I was a wicked one.


3. THE HOARD

They say that good boys walk straight on white lines.
Good boys keep their livers clean,
And smoke out of their lungs.
'Cause it's all about what you've done,
Good boys don't make mistakes to learn from.

'Cause when heaven comes,
They won't be caught being young.

Grace make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it.
After all they've earned it.
But vain, it's in vain,
'Cause they don't need it.

They're steady, steady breathers,
Who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker.
You just hoard your hollow completion,
Like it's something wearing thin.
Like it's gonna get you in, When heaven comes.

'Cause when heaven comes,
I swear it comes in love.

Grace make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it.
After all they've earned it.
But vain, it's in vain,
'Cause they don't need it.

Now I let go of your hand somewhere between,
Love and what it demands of me.

Grace make your way.


4. THIS IS IT, THIS IS IT

Focus on the horizon, men
Should you grow seasick
But don't expect silhouettes
Of rescuer ships coming

Coming, they aren't coming for us

We've got prices on our heads
And millstones around our necks
We try to live forgiven but they won't let us forget
The bodies we're still in
The bodies that we still war against

Son, this is it, this is it
You're gonna sink for your sins
Unless grace be the wind
Son, this is it, this is it
We're all sinking for our sins
Unless grace be the wind

Forget about being honest
Forget about being passionate
Wear that smile like you feel it
Even when you don't
Forget about being honest
Forget about being passionate
I think they forgot about Jesus
Seeking us out

In the bodies we're still in
The bodies we still war

Son, this is it, this is it
You're gonna sink for your sins
Unless grace be the wind
Son, this is it, this is it
We're all sinking for our sins
Unless grace be the wind
To fill our sails


5. CLOUDS

Is your love really Love?
Is my love really Love?
I think our love isn't Love,
Unless it's Love to the end.

Is your god really God?
Is my god really God?
I think our god isn't God,
If he fits inside our heads.


6. NEW SUN

We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact.
Radio transmission every time that,
I let our fair moon.
Lay her body between us,
I need her now that you're breaking up.

Soon she'll become my new sun.
Soon she'll become.
She's stealing her light from the old one.

Fast receiving but slow responding,
To your signals reading "Son, come home."
But I still believe it.
My God, I still need it.
But I'm just tired of walking upright.
When I don't mean right,
I just want to look right.

We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact.
Radio transmission.

Soon she'll become my new sun.
Soon she'll become dim reflected love,
To light my way,
After I trade loving you for loving to obey.

'Cause even with my feet on the path,
Our quite hearts lost contact.
So now I'm wandering off,
Just to hear you calling me back.

We can always expect to lose.


7. TIDES

She's now my new sun.
She don't speak but somehow calls me.

Automated exchanges make us not lovers,
But feigners, we are only strangers.

Not estranged to regret,
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps.

Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon,
Strange how we move.
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon,
Love ringing out of tune.

Regret once kept me from her door,
But every time wore off more and more.
So now we're back here,
Playing sincere with a new set of bones.
We are strange.

Not estranged to regret.
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps.

Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon,
Strange how we move.
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon,
Love ringing out of tune.

Leave your bad limbs behind,
For they are conduits to the heart.


8. WRONG BODY

If I make it to heaven
I may be as bloody as hell.
Would you still take me?
I'm afraid that you might say,
"Depart from me, I never knew you."

I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I must have stumbled in.

All the love I want to give,
Gets caught between every rib.
What does that make me?
I have good intentions,
But no exit for them to come out right through.

I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I must have stumbled in.


9. OUR WORLD IS GREY

I'm sure if you wanted to stop love,
You could just untie your end and let it go.
But, my God, you don't.
Yeah, I think I love you for it.

You're still sending cells to their rightful places,
When forming more likely to escape.
Such a narrow way of life.
What's it look like from your side?
From here I can't see why it's worth
One more coming out cursed?

Say it, say it!
Say what this is all for!
Say it's redemption.

'Cause our world is grey, world is grey.
We're just swaying from side to side.
Our world is grey, world is grey.
We are thieves and saints alike.
But you don't let go, don't let go.
We keep swaying and swaying.
And you don't let go, don't.
Yeah, I think I love you for it.

He's shooting god up in his arm through a needle.
And she's putting cuts on her legs to bleed out the devil.
"Surely you will not die, eat and be like God."
What have we done?

Say it, say it!
Say that this is all for redemption.

'Cause our world is grey, world is grey.
We're just swaying from side to side.
Our world is grey, world is grey.
We are thieves and saints alike.
But you don't let go, don't let go.
We keep swaying from side to side.
We all just sway, we all just sway.
But you don't let go, you don't.
You don't.


10. TIMOTHY

It's not the cold making my legs shake,
It's Timmy's ghost taking his place in our hearts forever.

It's not the sound keeping me from sleep,
It's what Jesus said about hell underneath.
I think I'd rather believe it's some imaginary place,
Made up to make children behave,
So our souls are safe to wander off,
Wherever they might please.
Your soul is safe wherever you might be.

Come now, sleep.
Come, now sleep.

Tell me I'm only dreaming.
Tell me he's just sleeping.
And when morning comes,
We'll both wake up to see the sun,
And love that's enough to keep our friends alive.

Phone call.
I pull my car to the side of the road.
No, it's not the cold making my legs shake,
It's someone I love being taken away.
A ghost taking his place in our hearts.

Where inside he moves from room to room.
But sometimes he climbs our spines,
To remind our grieving heads,
That in this way he hasn't left.

Tell me I'm only dreaming.
Tell me he's just sleeping.
And when morning comes,
We'll both wake up to see the sun,
And love that's enough to keep our friends alive.

Then take me back to where I was, before I was born.
It's like sweet and dreamlessly, it sounds like heaven to me.