Moving Mountains - Thrice

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.