To Douse A Scalded Tongue

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

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

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