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 screaming…
And echoes, that nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes…
Like echoes, nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes like…
CHORUS:
We’re faithful; we all believe, we all believe it.
We’re faithful; oh we all believe, we all believe it.
We’re faithful; we all believe, we all believe it.
We’re faithful; we all believe, we all believe it.
And echoes, nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes…
And echoes, nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes…
CHORUS:
We’re faithful; we all believe, we all believe it.
We’re faithful; we all believe, we all (all) believe it.
We’re faithful; we all believe, we all believe it.
So faithful; oh we all believe, we all believe it.
M. Y. T. H. is–belief in a game, controls,
That keeps us in a box of fear,
We never listen, voice inside, so drowned out…
Drowned you are, you are, you are a furry thing…
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.