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

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 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