Soon our fortunes will be mademy darling
And we will leave this loathsome little town
Silver bells jingling from your black lizard bootsmy baby
Silver foil to trim your wedding gown

It’s true the tools of love wear down
Time passes
A mind wanders
It seems mindlessbut it does
Sometimes I see you face
As if through reading glasses
And your smile seems softer than it was

Proof
Some people gonna call you up
Tell you something that you already know
Proof
Sane people go crazy on you
Say ’’no manthat was not
The deal we made
I got to goI got to go’’
Faith
Faith is an island in the setting sun
But proofyes
Proof is the bottom line for everyone

My facemy race
Don’t matter anymore
My sexmy cheques
Accepted at the door

Proof
Some people gonna call you up
Tell you something that you already know
Proof
Sane people go crazy on you
Say ’’no manthat was not
The deal we made
I got toI got to go’’
Faith
Faith is an island in the setting sun
But proofyes
Proof is the bottom line for everyone

Half moon hiding in the cloudsmy darling
And the sky is flecked with signs of hope
Raise your weary wings against the rainmy baby
Wash your tangled curls with gambler’s soap

Proof
Some people gonna call you up
Tell you something that you already know
Sane people go crazy on you
Say ’’no manthat was not
The deal we made
I got toI got toI got to’’
Faith
Faith is an island in the setting sun
But proofyes
Proof is the bottom line for everyone




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