Moving mountains
by Thrice
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I speak in many tongues to many men;
Argue with angels and I always win,
But I don´t know the first thing about love.
I prophesy and know all mysteries;
All hidden things are opened up to me
But I don´t know the first thing about love
I have the keys to open any door;
I give all of my possessions to the poor,
But I don´t know the first thing about love
And moving mountains ain´t nothing to me;
I´ve faith enough to cast them to the sea,
But I don´t know the first thing about love
But all other things shall fade away;
While love stands alone and still holds sway
All other things shall fade away;
Into the ground into the grey.
I give my body up unto the flames;
And never once have I denied your name
But I don´t know the first thing about love.
Argue with angels and I always win,
But I don´t know the first thing about love.
I prophesy and know all mysteries;
All hidden things are opened up to me
But I don´t know the first thing about love
I have the keys to open any door;
I give all of my possessions to the poor,
But I don´t know the first thing about love
And moving mountains ain´t nothing to me;
I´ve faith enough to cast them to the sea,
But I don´t know the first thing about love
But all other things shall fade away;
While love stands alone and still holds sway
All other things shall fade away;
Into the ground into the grey.
I give my body up unto the flames;
And never once have I denied your name
But I don´t know the first thing about love.