Once was a story, About a wise old man Who went down by the river Where the truth runs deep in his garden Olive flowers grow and they bloom In the shimmer of the morning sun Old possessions, just a book of words He sits down by the river Where his thoughts run free in the moonlight When the spirits sing the sound of the thunder And the truth will break If I gave my heart to you Would you pull me, pull me through? You have the tears of my soul Wouldn't it be true? A bittersweet applause Bittersweet applause On his journey out to be a man His eyes follow the glimmer of the burning sun Saints and sinners, so many grains of sand Just like howling by the river Where the truth does say If I gave my heart to you Would you pull me, pull me through? You have the tears of my soul Wouldn't it be true? A bittersweet applause Bittersweet applause Whoa, yeah Bittersweet applause Whoa, yeah I forgave my heart I forgave my soul Wouldn't it be true? A bittersweet applause Bittersweet applause Whoa, whoa Bittersweet applause Whoa, whoa I forgave my heart I forgave my soul Wouldn't it be true? A bittersweet applause Yeah A bittersweet applause Wouldn't it be true? A bittersweet applause Yeah A bittersweet applause