Mumford and sons Feel the tide

She sits him down in a stiff chair
Rubs his back and strokes his hair
Telling him it's ok to cry but he just sits and stares
The merciless moon outside, has nothing now he's come to realize
Only the desolation he feels, the cold distance inside

Chorus:
But you and I now, we can be alright
Just hold on to what we know is true
You and I now, 'though it's cold inside
Can feel the tide turning

While the priest just sits and weeps
Lamenting the fact that he can see
Darkness and light in so much detail he has given himself over
Refusing what he knows to be real,
Turns away from every meal
Starving himself of goodness,
He don't think he can heal