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