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There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room |
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There's a whole lot of pride that won't let go |
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There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room |
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That shows no sign of giving up control |
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I've drawn all the curtains, |
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I've turned out all the lights |
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Scared to death somebody else might see |
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There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room |
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And there's no one here but me |
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There's a whole lot of demons in this room |
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They want it all, and they don't wanna share |
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There's a whole lot of demons in this room |
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And none of them believe in fighting fair |
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Some sit on my left, some sit on my right |
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They talk so loud, it's hard to disagree |
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I'm surrounded by the demons in this room |
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And there's no one here but me |
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I can't quite remember how to pray anymore |
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I can't quite remember what to say anymore |
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If it turns out that |
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I can't have my way anymore |
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How will I know which way to turn when |
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I walk out the door? |
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There's a molecule of faith in this room |
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What they used to call the mustard seed |
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There's a molecule of faith in this room |
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And a book that says that's all |
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I'll ever need |
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I don't know where it is, but |
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I hope I find it soon' |
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Cause nothing else will ever set me free |
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There's a molecule of faith in this room |
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And even though it's much too small to see |
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If I have the courage to believe |
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I'll find the one who left it here for me |
