A Man of Faith, A Man of Fact

Duration

5:29

Genres

Indie Pop

Lyrics

With unwavering faith You done it all before You smear a red mark upon your front door For fear of what awaits us With our troubles laid to rest You weigh out your options and go with the best It's four walls of white Loved ones all around It's food and it's music and love all abound It’s a promise when its over the debt that you paid Will be rewarded in some blissful way In the white room There's red curtains Some sort of doubt sinking in Are the windows safely bolted To keep other beasts at bay? Are there wolves at the door? Has something took their place? You find their incisors or a heavenly face? You wonder what awaits you but you never really know Just build the best weapon for your time to go In the white room, do those curtains Hide something you cannot see? Are you choosing, are you moving Your eyes to another place? With wavering faith You stand behind the door You never had to guess at what’s beyond it before As you reach for the handle you can hear someone say Nothing is certain in this world today