Soon our fortunes will be mademy darling And we will leave this loathsome little town Silver bells jingling from your black lizard bootsmy baby Silver foil to trim your wedding gown It's true the tools of love wear down Time passes A mind wanders It seems mindlessbut it does Sometimes I see you face As if through reading glasses And your smile seems softer than it was Proof Some people gonna call you up Tell you something that you already know Proof Sane people go crazy on you Say ''no manthat was not The deal we made I got to goI got to go'' Faith Faith is an island in the setting sun But proofyes Proof is the bottom line for everyone My facemy race Don't matter anymore My sexmy cheques Accepted at the door Proof Some people gonna call you up Tell you something that you already know Proof Sane people go crazy on you Say ''no manthat was not The deal we made I got toI got to go'' Faith Faith is an island in the setting sun But proofyes Proof is the bottom line for everyone Half moon hiding in the cloudsmy darling And the sky is flecked with signs of hope Raise your weary wings against the rainmy baby Wash your tangled curls with gambler's soap Proof Some people gonna call you up Tell you something that you already know Sane people go crazy on you Say ''no manthat was not The deal we made I got toI got toI got to'' Faith Faith is an island in the setting sun But proofyes Proof is the bottom line for everyone