To douse a scalded tongue

Must I look below Mildewy timbers? (Ooh) Staves my feet Are perched on (Ooh) Able to bear my weight with no protest And yet I am To tumble down Dare me to flood what is already drowning Shoot him whose heart you can already see She who refuses to peek through the curtains The children are angry as they should be (Down to) Where I can hear them "Glory thy stillness" Was a verse mistaken By disfavored ones Like you Oh-ha-oh-ha-ha Oh-ha-oh-ha-ha To douse a scalded tongue Incanted herd and flock! In places the lark haven't carolled heretofore From faults, to favors, failures and the truth! From faults, to favors, failures and the truth! From faults, to favors, failures and the truth! That love alone- Love alone isn't enough! From faults, to favors, failures and the truth! From faults, to favors, failures and the truth! From faults, to favors, failures and the truth! That love alone-