With A Fistful Of Faith by Herman Düne
I know I have a lot of friends
But the one hand that could hold mine is just gone man
I could sit here in the sofa
Staring at the television
But my eyes are blind and my ears are deaf
Since the baby ran away man
Oh dear, I don't want to see you standing there, oh dear!
With a fist full of faith and eyes full of tears
And I remember her face in the shadow of a baseball hat
And I remember your arms wrapped around my neck
If I could go back then I would trade
Every stupid thing I said
Just not to kiss that lovely mouth again...