Hear Me Lord
wishing God would lend a hand.
Wave after wave comes crashing down,
washing away a little more ground.
Seems to me that's how all things are.
Giving and taking little pink stars.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
Walking along with the ocean at my heels,
loving the way the water feels.
Fakin' It
When she goes, she's gone.
If she stays, she stays here.
The girl does what she wants to do.
She knows what she wants to do.
And I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
I'm such a dubious soul,
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines,
Pickin' up the punch lines,
I've just been fakin' it,
Not really makin' it.
Is there any danger?
No, no, not really.
Just lean on me.
Takin' time to treat
Your friendly neighbors honestly.
I've just been fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it--
I still haven't shaken it.
Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor.
("Good morning, Mr. Leitch.
Have you had a busy day?")
I own the tailor's face and hands.
I am the tailor's face and hands and
I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it--
I still haven't shaken it.