The End Of Faith

Too high to stay, too low to leave
She said «I'll fix you, have some faith in me»
Rub me with the heel of the hands
The fitting keys to la-la-la-la land
In my troubled dreams a swinging gate
It’s much too early and much too late
And set the slip the accordion run
She woke me up, I thought she was the sun
From her bed I could hear the bells
The pious rhetoric, hearts start to swell
And I don’t know if I believe in you
If you exist, please forgive me
'Cause I wonder it myself a-quakin'
Down in existential angst and
See my own resurrection come
Please wake me up if you really are the sun
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh