Fayth – Tori Amos

Wave to the boy with a gun in his hand, hey…
Lollipop girls pave the streets. Stand in line to be in your limousine.
You took my love. You took my money. You took my sex.
Took my love. Took my money.

Give me fayth… Help me keep myself together.
With a little more fayth…. With a little more fayth, yeah.
Fayth… I could keep our love together.
With a little more fayth… I could wake up and face the day.

How do you keep the romance there,
When a little French maid lives downstairs, eur?
Radio blasts as the baby cries. Run to the dragon that runs my life.
You took my love. You took my money. You took my sex.
Took my love. Took my money.

Give me fayth… Help me keep myself together.
With a little more fayth…. With a little more fayth, yeah.
Fayth… I could keep our love together.
With a little more fayth… I could wake up and face the day.

I could wake up and face the day.
Maybe I could start again. Why am I afraid of change?
Maybe fayth could understand.
Darlin’ I remember when I held the violets in my hand.
Love can crush held too tight, we could bring it back alive.
With a little more fayth…

Yeah fayth, yeah babe. I could keep our love together.
With a little more fayth… with a little more fayth, yeah baby.
Fayth… yeah… baby oh baby. Got a little more fayth… yeah.
Little more fayth, little more, little more. Fayth, yeah babe.
I could keep our love together, together (fayth).
Together babe, together babe, who… (fayth) awh, fayth.
(Fayth), fayth, (fayth), fayth, fayth, (fayth), fayth.


Lyric Fayth – Tori Amos