She's trying to define her faith
Like it's some role that she's playing
I tell her, "you remind me of someone else..."
But who it is i'm not saying "hear me out," she says,
"i'm getting older, i don't need to justify
Myself to you. do you hear me?"
When she walks in a room
It's like she's walking on water
Or stepping across the moon
Like she's gravity's only daughter
And i say, "you're just confused
Because you talk too much to angels
And they faithfully refuse
To answer questions that are painful..."
"but faith has no weight," she says,
"now, doubt, now, there's the burden...
You're completely right to think you're grounded -
Do you hear me?"