FAITH

catch me if i fall
i'm losing hold
i can't just carry on this way
and every time
i turn away
i lose another blind game
the idea of perfection holds me
suddenly i see you change
everything at once
it's the same
but the mountains never move
rape me like a child
christened in blood
painted like an unknown saint
there's nothing left but hope
and your voice is dead
and old
and always empty
trust in me through closing years
that perfect moments wait
if only we could stay
please
say the right words
or cry like the stone white clown
and stand
lost forever in a happy crowd
no-one lifts their hands
no-one lifts their eyes
justified with empty words
the party just gets better and better
and i went home
with nothing left
but faith
nothing left but faith
nothing left but faith.

(words by r. smith)