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,
Now that's all I am,
O, can you tell me the story
Of all of 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 its light,
We can shed tears over dying,
We can rage and we can fight,
But we can not forget that
We were loved before we opened up our eyes,
Such foolish pride.
O, can you tell me the story
Of all of 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.
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
O, can you tell me the story
Of all of 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.
Can you tell me the story?
I need to hear it again
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,
Now that's all I am,
O, can you tell me the story
Of all of 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 its light,
We can shed tears over dying,
We can rage and we can fight,
But we can not forget that
We were loved before we opened up our eyes,
Such foolish pride.
O, can you tell me the story
Of all of 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.
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
O, can you tell me the story
Of all of 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.
Can you tell me the story?
I need to hear it again
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Osenga
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