• The Hymnal EP
  • Before The Wave
  • Hang Your Head
  • Kings Make Slaves
  • Sleepers Eat Lead
  • Psalm
  • Treadmill
  • Blood Is Gold
• Smash To Ashes
  • Feed
  • The Goat
  • Behind The Veil
  • The Hunt
  • Sharpening Knives
  • Settlement
  • Archaeology
  • Thirteen Hands
  • Heaven
  • The Taking Tree
• Winged Wolves
  • She'll Know You
  • Heart Beating
  • 1000 Mysteries
  • Electroplated
  • Church And War
  • Simple Servant
  • Jettison
  • Certain Terms
  • Gunpowder Tea
  • Reception
  • Into The Woods

If you grow fins and gills and hide in the Atlantic from me, I'll set my lures and lines and pitch my tent upon the high seas. If you grow feathered wings and take flight like the summer birds do, I'll bind my arrowheads with twine; they'll follow right behind you. Give up, give up, 'cause I will not let up. Be my brand new set of bones. Give up, give up. What on earth were you thinking? Be my brand new set of bones. If you should dig beneath the soil to burrow deep below me, I'll set my spades against the earth until the planet's empty. When you point rockets to the sky so you might shine as stars do, like Samson at the pillars I will drop the night upon you. I walk with silent feet and silent thoughts on empty streets, so try to hide and be discreet, though I will not forget. My stony heart, my iron mind collaborate in double time; convincing you that you are mine but you won't hear me yet. Give up, give up, 'cause I will not let up. Be my brand new set of bones. Give up, give up. What on earth were you thinking? Be my brand new set of bones. You were never thinking. You had never thought things out.