You thought I had stopped this feature, huh? Well, I have. I’ve just had these lyrics cycling in my mind for hours — about how myth can control us — and how we can reclaim the notion of faithfulness, as faith in our loved ones.
Faithful
Plaque on the wall says that no one’s slept here
It’s rare to come upon a bridge that has not been around
Or been stepped on
Whatever the notions we laced in our prayers,
The man upstairs is used to all of this noise
I’m through with screamingAnd echoes nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes
Like echoes nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes
We’re faithful, we all believe, we all believe it (4x)And echoes nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes (2x)
We’re faithful, we all believe, we all believe it (3x)
So faithful, we all believe, we all believe itMyth is belief in the game,
Controls that keep us in a box of fear
We never listen
Voice inside so drowned out, drowned
You are, you are, you are everything
And everything is you
Me, you, you, me, it’s all related
What’s a boy to do?
Just be darling and I will be too –
Faithful to you
















Oh. I was certain that he was saying “You are, you are a furry thing.”
I am not joking.
Yeah, me too. Until I looked up the lyrics, me too.