How the web was woven In my soul, don't you know How the web was woven Can't get loose, can't let go Like the weave of a spider Wound around my heart
[Bonus on Japanese release]
Hold your needs Wait for the morning Come a different day Carry the weight of all You say is wrong We would both deny There is a secret fate A seal of woven
He says come Come let us reason together The stone The builders rejected By number, weight and measure He says come Lord Jesus lone keeper of the law
now is the end of the gentile pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone She's gone much too long Any time she goes away Ain
it's always cold when she's away ain't no sunshine when she's gone she's always gone too long any time she goes away ain't no sunshine when she's gone
do tell how is the little pilgrims progress does he endeavour to perservere close mantled to knives and kisses just like when you were here what little
i changed my mind and looked no better hard of hart blind blind to his higher art my frustration my anger in disguise i slip under i slip under quiet
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thy will be done here on this highway in every house and field i pray all in meekness yield aided by want among stranger people to disgrace so soon i'
Hidden inside him Music in the dark This conquering kindness To all in his quiver Burdened hard On the road By law all are wounded That you may know You
Up up And behind your breath Up up up Up up And behind behind He up Up and behind your breath His face takes it?s place Behind whats left You wait for
She floats in air In these three ways You know You know The road does not trust me to keep Beneath the bushes The three of us asleep Go into the Lord
shake sleep wool and glass hung on nails here and there wails the wall I pass in you alone in you alone there is no harm in you alone your sound in a
Down in yon forest there stands a hall Bells of paradise I hear them ring It's gilded all over with purple and pall And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
You are a fine noise I must take care for you My heart my head to the ground To speak of such things As the sound of your wings I have not the breath
In the helmet of his salvation With his belt of truth The chestplate of his rightiousness And his gospel boots In full armour In full armour By the