Stones build hills little by littlenDon't crynAll's forgivennThough you know all's forgivennYou're riddled with little guilty detailsnLet them all gonnGod is a symbol so brittle and strongnAll's forgivennWe confused your additions of quibbles and riddlesnWith truthnWhich is lovenLet the rest gonnJust want the best of younYet any less is contradictionnI want the best from younThe deal it seems is my submissionnBut I will not concede the way to live and love and so onnIt'd break me downnUnless it's loving younThen I will acquiescenI would concede my will one timennThough nowhere nothing flowsnI know we're not alone