| Song | Restoring The Locust Years |
| Artist | Tourniquet |
| 作词 : Kirkpatrick | |
| The path to healing forks too many times | |
| The road to contentment is hard to align | |
| Out of the anguish - the quiet voice is mesmerizing | |
| Great God | |
| Jehovah sympathizing | |
| Manifold is misery - symbiotic history of trials | |
| Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year | |
| No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer | |
| The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final | |
| Restoring the locust years | |
| What you cannot do for yourself | |
| There is One who is able | |
| To restore the years the locust ate | |
| When sorrow has it's grip on you | |
| Giving you no reason to submit to any other | |
| Manifold is misery - symbiotic history of trials | |
| Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year | |
| No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer | |
| The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final | |
| Restoring the locust years |
| zuò cí : Kirkpatrick | |
| The path to healing forks too many times | |
| The road to contentment is hard to align | |
| Out of the anguish the quiet voice is mesmerizing | |
| Great God | |
| Jehovah sympathizing | |
| Manifold is misery symbiotic history of trials | |
| Soon a yard turns into miles a day becomes a year | |
| No path set before me presents itself as clear confusion without peer | |
| The cudgel of forlorn dreams hits me square and final | |
| Restoring the locust years | |
| What you cannot do for yourself | |
| There is One who is able | |
| To restore the years the locust ate | |
| When sorrow has it' s grip on you | |
| Giving you no reason to submit to any other | |
| Manifold is misery symbiotic history of trials | |
| Soon a yard turns into miles a day becomes a year | |
| No path set before me presents itself as clear confusion without peer | |
| The cudgel of forlorn dreams hits me square and final | |
| Restoring the locust years |