lets retire to our knees with our books as our gracious and kindly machines of concern take our places grow motorized trees build robotic faces who smile on command who can mind their own business well hold human hands and rest human feet in the chapelcross towns of the battle scarred mornings fake leaves rustling sounds lay rattlesnake warnings from our homes underground you can still hear them moaning dont cheat on your taxes but as for your spouses dark secrets come out with comma or without when the tired young knees of your father walked out to the lord i disbelieve but increase thou my doubt he sat down in the leaflessness a thousand more times i went back on my word but i wont go back this time neither bondsman nor free but a newspaper salesmen who moves about words if our prayers are unheard well our prayers are unheard  the following lines do not appear on the pale horses version of chapelcross towns but are included in the audiotree performance version while not included on the studio recorded track they have some great annotations that are worth archiving here and what there shall we yield in our own poor devotions that pearl from the field cast back home to the ocean would you cast out my fears or at least fix some tea in our cabbage white kingdoms of kings of no history you can pack up your things i would still wear your ring