Faith People from Old Faithful by The Bird Calls

The grave consequences of our actions
The sky raising hell against the night
I can see for miles
Come here and see it for yourself

Faith is a word
We let others define its limits
Faith is a word
We can hold but not embrace
I believe in people but people test my faith

Every stranglehold I’ve had on my fragile sense of order
Every distant fear that beamed its way into the past
Every time I writhed in a silent useless anguish
What is it I wanted to be told

I tried to pass the blame down through generations
I tried to take the blame to see if anything would change
As if waiting any longer would make it any better
Only tests my patience while people test my faith

• Acoustic
• Folk
• New York