Blind Pilot Seeing Is Believing
Seeing is believing
How many moons has that darkness hid?
All my good friends, all my dead ends
Some to thank and some to forgive
Oh my father, I've got your fever.
I'm holding my breath in your wishing well
This is just time's thirst, this is just everything hurts
You feel your own breath, the rest is hard to tell
It's gonna lift your eyes up
All you haven't seen just yet, all you're holding to be
It's gonna lift, you rise up
No, it's not a lot to hold, but this life is going to make you believe
I know it will
Seeing is believing
How many moons has our own darkness hid?
Hear the train brakes, hear all your old voices shake
As you are saying it right now, just like it is
It's gonna lift your eyes up
All you haven't seen just yet, all you're holding to be
It's gonna lift, you rise up
No, it's not a lot to hold, but this life is going to make you believe
I know it will
