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Oxygen For more information about Dietrich Bonhoeffer click here.	Breath, just don't stop breathing! And, maybe I'll be waiting 'till tomorrow. Let's not major in the minors My finger's not writing on the wall. When I fall, I will fall hard When you call, I will fall for you. I will someday fall on you, call on you. Oxygen, just don't stop taking in oxygen, Next time I'll be paying for the ride. Seems they found you at the station, waiting for security to arrive. Cause when I fall, I will fall hard When you call, I will fall for you. I will someday fall on you, call on you. We don't think about the dreamers, barely breathing above the tide, Best luck betting on Messiah, as if you dare to show that side. Cause when I fall, I will fall hard When you call, I will fall for you. I will someday fall on you, call on you.
Another Day	Move aside and crumble at the feeling. Watch the tide roll away revealing all the closeness that you get from waiting as the waves come tumbling over you. Once upon a time, you came and stared at nothing. While the smile danced in your head like clay. All the cheerful inspirations that you shattered, while you clamored for more. All of this quiet desperation screams in your head at night then you wake to find tomorrow's just another day. Called the fire down from heaven. and cast aside the Baals and the heathen and watched the water turned to dust and blown back on our own. All the validation you get from seeing. and all your hands can do is tremble, as her wrath comes rolling down, and who is this woman any way? and why does she hate me so? All of this quiet desperation screams in your head at night then you wake to find tomorrow's just another day. When others might say I am a brave man, I have a strong heart You say, "Where are you going? To a place I can't find you?" (I'm doing fine) Yes, I'm the only one. (I'll be alright) Yes, I'm the only one who loves You, who hates You who makes You who breaks You. ... and when nothing's left but cleansing stillness, why do I miss you so? All of this quiet desperation screams in your head at night then you wake to find tomorrow's just another day.
Drown Me	See how water runs down my face through the pool of my eye, and falls to the river that rises above me and covers the sky. I know you have come for me, planted the seed in my heart. Won't you drown me? Take me to the bottom, to the place in your heart, where you found me? A place where I find new peace of mind, a new sense of time, and a reason to believe. See now your daughter, see now your son with the stars in his eyes, with robes flowing like a river, covered in righteousness, cleansed by the blood, I know you have come for me, planted the seed in my heart Won't you drown me? Take me to the bottom, to the place in your heart, where you found me, A place where I find new peace of mind, a new sense of time, Won't you drown me? Take me to the bottom, to the place we're meant to be, where you formed me, To that place in Your heart.,
High Life Crisis	Cling, I'm on the horns of a dilema, here comes the storm, the nasty weather. What's become of me? See, I knew before. Yes! I knew better. Here comes the rain and now I'm getting wetter. What's become of me? I know what's mine, I know it's mine, Because I'm free (You're so far away from me...) Be, Am I supposed to hammer my existence? Supposed to lighten up, lower my resistance? You hold me to that claim? It's me, it's all about me. Makes me so jolly. I'm so confused, hateful and happy. Don't hold me to that claim. I know what's mine, I know it's mine, Because I'm free (You're so far away from me...) Sleep, hoping this time, time to go lightely Life's suppose to rhyme, pull the noose tightly, there's smoke in front of me. I know what's mine, I know it's mine, Because I'm free (You're so far away from me...)
Unwholesome Animals	If we paint on our colors would we win the prize? If we get on the airplane, do we then own the skies? If I made all my choices, could I begin to see the permanent downfall, the horror inside me? Unwholesome animals, lost. What more can be denied? Once You visited my loss and cast it all aside, and threw me in the flames and I'll never be the same. If we painted all our colors, would You despise, and call for an accounting? Do we then own our lives? When I made my 'so-called' choices, did I really know all there is to know; the way I should go? Unwholesome animals, lost. What more can be denied? Once You visited my loss and cast it all aside, and threw me in the flames and I'll never be the same. Sometimes you don't know what you're saying. Something's already come and gone, Seeing's not believing, patience is a virtu, a game seeing what belongs... If I could see the colors through some distant night, Suppose it's just a dream blended into white? I'm afraid of my choices, could I be so wrong? But, I won't be so long, now that You've found me. Unwholesome animals, lost. What more can be denied? Once You visited my loss and cast it all aside, and threw me in the flames and I'll never be the same.
Man Of Clay (Diane's Song II)	Little man of clay why am I made with this fragile mind, where water undoes me, where fire unwelds me when all is done,? I've just begun... I can't concentrate. Seem's you'lll have to wait to see me fly apart, with no time to hold a krewe for my well-worn day. I've just begun. My life is run My only song is left unsung... What a thing this Love Divine! A willingness to just let go. From a hard-wood floor life seems so much more than a gift of time. What a waste of precious life to dally with this heart so cold. But I hope and I pray that You'll be so bold. 'Cause I've just begun... I've just begun. My life is run My only song is left unsung...
It's In The Little Things	It's in the little things the instruments of change a timeless intuition that scrambles in the end a faith for remenicing a jewel for your crown a covering of innocense a final falling down don't bother me with details I've no need to be complete or covered in my inocense where nothing can succeed It's in the little things not borne of winds of change that faith and reason converge The hand of God arranged.