You see the money pour out of the water
You see the mountain as grams of gold
As steps need power to take you all way
You need the power to take you so far
I thought we would be one happy, could be
But I was blind as the old tape rewind
I thought this couldn’t be worse than within
But I was wrong, the winds were too strong
Faith is only time, well spent in your mind If you wear that dress of loneliness Never reach out, never shout again
Now which one of these stories should I tell?
There’s always one version where it all went so well
The one that will be told, when I get old
The story of when I got sold
Please tell me mother, why not my brother?
Why do I sit here, with feet tied to gold?
I thought you loved me, more than your pride
But then you lodged me, into a bride
Faith is only time, well spent in your mind If you wear that dress of loneliness