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 mid 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