| Song | The Storm |
| Artist | High Places |
| Album | High Places |
| The storm carved out a ditch | |
| Which we filled with seeds and earth | |
| And a tree grew | |
| The storm carved out a ditch | |
| Which we filled with seeds and earth | |
| And a tree grew to spread its branches over the place | |
| I'm so glad for that storm | |
| The hole that the pain had formed | |
| Gave us so much room to pour our love into | |
| I went to climb that tree | |
| Now my clothes are stained with pitch | |
| It was worth it | |
| I went to climb that tree | |
| Now my clothes are stained with pitch | |
| It was worth it to stretch my arms over that place |