To Douse a Scalded Tongue

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

(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
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!