I see his eyes moving away from me Oh no, is this another end of trust? He knows he holds them in your nose for me But what a gate is at the cost We share the cold and grace of cousins I want the rift I've seen somewhere else before And as I wonder at his answers be How mess in leaving out the door I hid the trail, you have no story How else my way is the requisition of faith I hear his lips behind this glory But all that I hear is me without faith So from the fog of every morning Until the heat of day is here I watch the clock 'cause it comes backwards I see the order run up you I hid the trail, you have no story How else my way is the requisition of faith I hear his lips behind this glory But all that I hear is me without faith I hid the trail, you have no story How else my way is the requisition of faith I hear his lips behind this glory But all that I hear is me without faith