Lyrics

"What do you believe in?" she asked
With a shrug of his shoulders
Apathy rose like a highway
In the distance between them

"Don't you believe in us?" she pleaded
In her desperation to be needed
He bent his head down low
Unable to profess what he didn't know

The truth it hit her like St Paul
She saw the futility of it all
And his deceit made her flesh crawl
As she contemplated her inglorious fall

He moved his mouth but nothing came
Except the reflex of her name
Spoken now in mortal shame
Above the sound of falling rain

And so the man without conviction
Disappears without explanation
To a cacophony of condemnation
Down into his hollow well...