Thrice - Moving Mountains

I speak in many tongues of many men
Argue with angels and I always win
But I don't know the first thing about love

I prophesied 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
Give all off my possessions to the poor
But I don't know the first thing about love

And moving mountains ain't no thing 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 grave

I give my body up into the flames
And never once have I denied your name
But I don't know the first thing about love