The Story

In some sweet ways, it's simple Sometimes that's all I can need To trust someone else so I can get some sleep All our heroes have deserted Said we were nothing on our own Well now that's all I am O, can you tell me the story Of all Your Glory? Of Your rising again? Cause I, I'm in love with the mystery Of how our sad history Can turn out for good And the bitter man is angry Angry man just thinks he's right Too right to see mercy when he's standing in the light We can shed tears over dying We can rage and we can fight But we cannot forget that We were loved before we opened up our eyes Such foolish pride It's a shame to build our homes With bricks of fear and cynical stones There is nothing left to run from There is nothing left but love Can you tell me the story? Can you tell me the story? I need to hear it again I need to hear it again