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• Artiste: Dividing the Plunder
• Titre: Maybe It's Faith
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I wish I had more to say; it's such a quiet room But today I can't give voice to anything but doubt It starts down deep inside me - in my blood and in each cell and it makes its way to the blank look in my eyes, the questions on my lips I wish I had less to say; it's such a crowded room But the sun came up this morning, and it all began again The compulsion is inside me - and it beats against my doors Seeps into my sterile, polished closets, brings the skeletons outside CHORUS: And there was a time I would have covered my face, would've turned away Would've broken my bones trying to get out the door But here it is, come and take a (good) look, get it out of the way Maybe it's faith when I just don't know for sure I wish I had a thousand books to fill in what I'm missing and a thousand days to read them, and a time-back guarantee Cause it starts down deep inside me - every breath and every fiber and it makes its way up to my empty stare, and the tears on my face But I wish I'd never read a word; the answers were too easy And I'm grown enough to know that there's more mystery than proof The longing is inside me, and it stirs the dust of faith Cries out to my about my hollow nature, my desperate human need CHORUS And it's a little more earthy than I'd like to believe Like the holes in God's hands, like the dirt on God's feet But I'm not alone, and that is comfort more Than I ever found pretending I know anything for sure CHORUS