I can�t speak the language of faith
But I know how to live without it
I can�t pray to up there and believe
Though it seems the easier way out
What I have gained and what I have lost
Matter no more in the scheme of things
I have hands that don�t know whether
To reach or push away, grab or shove
My feet are stuck in my own mess of things
And the need to escape plays games with my rationale
My shame wants to start anew
Though my pride crawls back
And it suddenly appears to me
All that I have lost
All that I have lost
