Proof

Soon our fortunes will be made my darling

And we will leave this loathsome little town

Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots my baby

Silver foil to trim your wedding gown

It's true the tools of love wear down

Time passes

A mind wanders

It seems mindless but it does

Sometimes I see you face

As if through reading glasses

And your smile seems softer than it was

Proof

Some people gonna call you up

Tell you something that you already know

Proof

Sane people go crazy on you

Say ''no man that was not

The deal we made

I got to go I got to go''

Faith

Faith is an island in the setting sun

But proof yes

Proof is the bottom line for everyone

My face my race

Don't matter anymore

My sex my cheques

Accepted at the door

Proof

Some people gonna call you up

Tell you something that you already know

Proof

Sane people go crazy on you

Say ''no man that was not

The deal we made

I got to I got to go''

Faith

Faith is an island in the setting sun

But proof yes

Proof is the bottom line for everyone

Half moon hiding in the clouds my darling

And the sky is flecked with signs of hope

Raise your weary wings against the rain my baby

Wash your tangled curls with gambler's soap

Proof

Some people gonna call you up

Tell you something that you already know

Sane people go crazy on you

Say ''no man that was not

The deal we made

I got to I got to I got to''

Faith

Faith is an island in the setting sun

But proof yes

Proof is the bottom line for everyone