Have a Little Faith in Us
See the lovers in the faded photograph
She's making funny faces. He's trying
Not to laugh
Do you remember the way we used to be
When love lifted us up, made us feel so free.
How we betrayed each other
trying to rediscover
that feeling once again
This is not the end
There's no ghost from the past, that we
can't shake
Have a little faith in us (Have a little faith in us)
There's no history that we can't remake
Have a little faith in us
For all we know the best is yet to come
We like the wind under our wings, you and I
We stay on the ground too long
we get that urge to fly
And it seems that the grass would be more green
In any other place, with any
change of scene
Here is the love we long for
Open the secret door
And it will take us in
And sweep us off our feet again.
There's no ghost from the past
that we can't shake
Have a little faith in us (Have a little faith in us)
There's no history that we can't remake
Have a little faith in us (have a little faith in us)
there's no ghost from the past
that we can't shake
Have a little faith in us (Have a little faih in us)
There's no destiny that we can't create
Have a little faith in us
For all we know the best is yet to come.
And we can climb that mountain and go
Where this love has never gone before
And in our wildest heart of hearts we will know
That we have been re-born.
There's no ghost from the past
that we can't shake
Have a little faith in us (have a little faith in us)
There's no history that we can't remake
Have a little faith in us (Have a little faith in us)
There's no destiny that we can't create
Have a little faith in us
For all we know the best is yet to come.
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From the city that dreams,
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams,
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride.
Ring them bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow,
Ring them bells with an iron hand
So the people will know.
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow.
Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells so the world will know