If it seems like there is nothing left of this
It’s because you have been squandering your gifts
You’ll never find a better man (You’ll find yourself a better man?)
(But) You’re giving it the best you can
And you’ve tethered all your doubt right next to me
My feet are firmly planted in this ground
Where I tell myself I’ll be kept safe and sound
This faith I lost so long ago
Can I keep it safe so no one knows
Or will I carry all my doubt along with me?
We’ve talked of selling off our small estate
But the thought of home stirs up a sweet debate
If we leave will we regret it?
If we stay will we be saved?
Or will we bury all our doubt beneath the tree?