The Thoughtlife - Disorted Faith

I could lay here on my hands and knees

My intuition suggests this move's a fraud

(It's time for me)

There's just something about this that doesn't feel right at all
But where can we go from here?
I need a sign to prove my doubts false
But not from anyone, oh no, not just anyone

Maybe I'm a skeptic who just can't accept that
Now tell me where do I belong?

(There's just something about this that doesn't feel right)

There's just something about this that doesn't feel right at all
But where can we go from here? (I need a sign)
I need a sign to prove my doubts false
But not from anyone, oh no, not just anyone

When I know they're watching
Lord please help me past this tragedy
I can hardly believe that you still choose to deny me

With all eyes on me
(They're watching always)
With all eyes on me
(They're watching always)
With all eyes on me

Just give me a sign, and maybe we'll begin to see

I could lay here on my hands and knees

Well it seems we're running out of time, since you never listen
(You never listen)
You never listen...
Why won't you ever listen to me?
For once in your life could you have faith in me?

There's just something about this that doesn't feel right at all
But where can we go from here? (I need a sign)
I need a sign to prove my doubts false
But not from anyone, oh no, not just anyone

When I know they're watching
Lord please help me