Your faith seems such a perfect thing
Oh, faith seems such a perfect thing.
Till all those doubts come creeping in
How all those doubts come creeping in.
Like rain.
The water rises up the walls
The crumbling plaster starts to fall
The timber of the window frame
Keeps in and soaks up all that rain.
And suddenly,
You're standing there,
With nothing around you.
Alone, exposed, afraid of life
Ooooh...
