On Your Wings
God, there is gold hidden deep in the groundGod, there's a hangman that wants to come around
How we rise when we're bornlike the ravens in the cornon their wings, on our kneescrawling careless from the sea
God, give us love in the time that we have
God, there are guns growing out of our bonesGod, every road takes us farther from home
All these men that you madehow we wither in the shadeof your trees, on your wingswe are carried to the sea
God, give us love in the time that we have