Must I look below Mildewy timbers? Staves my feet Are perched on (ooh) Able to bear my weight with no protest And yet I am To tumble down
Down to where I can hear them Glory thy stillness Was a verse mistaken By disfavored ones Like you Oh-ha-oh-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 Love alone isn't enough!
