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