I won't break this, it took so long to make this The life I lead is getting through to me I won't take this, took so long to get rid of this Anything is everything to me What a step in time Running after you I don't know where you are And I can't seem to get you I want you to know me, yeah The pain that greets me is a stick that beats me Solid dream, hope isn't what it seems Words I can't miss is a song that sings you Missing friend, tomorrow is the end What a step in time Find my place in life Running after you I don't know where you are And I can't seem to get you I want you to know me Running after you I don't know where you are And I can't seem to get you I want you to know me yeah, alright Anything is everything to me Anything is everything to me, yeah yeah Running after you I don't know where you are And I can't seem to get you I want you to know me Running after you I don't know where you are And I can't seem to get you I want you to know me, yeah Don't know where you are I want you to know me

Hail, the God song All trill to the tune, devout reprise Hail, the aeon We knelt on this slab, the blessed people We fought for the fable But instead we burn In the end of time Left an empty urn Hail the maker A noisy device to take the toll God forsake her For the songs that she sang have left God's acre We fought for the fable But instead we burn In the end of time Left an empty urn We fought for the fable But instead we burn In the end of time Left an empty urn

In that land across the sea there's a job for you and me Though our presence there may not be found We must stay standing there on the battle lines and pray We must never lay our weapons down We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer Many thousand miles away someone shed their blood today With a heart so true and brave they're gone To a war that's yours and mine let us join the battle line With a weapon that will save our home We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer And when the planes and tanks and guns have done all that they can do And the mighty bombs have rained and failed Still the helpful hand above, on the weapon made of love And against him none on earth prevail We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer