Faith for Doubt

Billy is dancing in the heart of the room No shirt, no shoes Her body moves like it is filled with light She raises her hands to the ceiling And prays for the feeling that everything Is gonna be alright Trading in your faith for doubt And I hear you somehow Saying over and over again All that matters is the moment Billy is doing her best And the smoke from her cigarette Is turning the curtains in our living room From white to gray Billy has her head in her hands Looks up at me and says Trading your doubt for faith Seems they are exchangeable these days And we've all gotta believe In something anyway When your thoughts become thread thin Don't you square them around Like someone else's clothing You found at a Salvation Army On a Monday morning Go dancing in your living room No shirt, no shoes Your body moves like it is filled with light Raise your hands to the ceiling And give yourself the feeling that everything Is gonna be alright