Must I look below mildewy timbers
Staves my feet are perched on
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 disfavoured ones like you
To douse a scalded tongue
Incanted herd and flock
In places a lark haven't carolled to heretofore
From faults, favours, failures, and the truth
From faults, favours, failures, and the truth
From faults, favours, failures, and the truth
That love alone, love alone isn't enough
From faults, favours, failures, and the truth
From faults, favours, failures, and the truth
From faults, favours, failures, and the truth
That love alone, love alone isn't enough