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-