The Faithful Songtext
von Gabriel Kahane

And when the day recedes
Into the distant hollows of your mind,
You will survey the damage done and
Look to cranes as specters in the sky.

She used to dream of disaster and
Her mouth grew thick with the taste of fire and fuel
She got so sick of feeling bored;
An emperor′s child with not a lot to do.

But oh it explodes on a Thursday
In crimson and black.
Emptied the roads for the last time
The weeds will grow back.


Back when the boys played ball on Houston,
Shirtless, handsome, sweat like wine
She stood and stared and felt ashamed
But she couldn't unhook her gazing green eye.

Cause I′m a girl who stands by God
And I won't be won by temptation
I don't give in to tenderness
Though I long for kiss in a station.

But oh it explodes on a Thursday
She′s down on her back.
She couldn′t have chosen a worse way
A different attack.

She thinks that hospitals and heaven
In the right light look the same.
The walls are white with miles of quiet
And everything's cool cause the dead don′t know pain.


Cause I'm a girl who stands by God
And I won′t be won by temptation
I don't give in to tenderness
Though I long for kiss in a station.