In the Cut
Faith in love, is love
And faith in fear, is fear
And my faith in you is hard to come by
It's hard to come by
You're hard to come by
Like a syncopated strut
'Cause my states of grace
Are in the cut
These rites of recourse, their weeds and rewards
Takes time, and all-nights and wine
The right to regard the stains and the shards
As who we are -- as weapons of the heart
The will to incite, you'd tease and invite
You'd tease and invite, you tease and invite
Pick the page up off the floor
Change "fleurs du mal" to "fleurs d'amour"
Then tell the wind, the waves to bring
Them devils on, and them to bring more
Resolve to reform, deny your private delight
Conform to public rules and rites
Let your reflection concede
Let yourself bleed
Pull the lake out from the frame
Cut the canvas through
Reach into the scenery
Pull us into view
We don't wanna cede this to you
We just wanna get through, through
We don't care about proof, proof, proof
We just wanna get loose, loose
We don't care about proof, proof
We just wanna get loose
We don't need to get through to you
We just wanna get through
And faith in fear, is fear
And my faith in you is hard to come by
It's hard to come by
You're hard to come by
Like a syncopated strut
'Cause my states of grace
Are in the cut
These rites of recourse, their weeds and rewards
Takes time, and all-nights and wine
The right to regard the stains and the shards
As who we are -- as weapons of the heart
The will to incite, you'd tease and invite
You'd tease and invite, you tease and invite
Pick the page up off the floor
Change "fleurs du mal" to "fleurs d'amour"
Then tell the wind, the waves to bring
Them devils on, and them to bring more
Resolve to reform, deny your private delight
Conform to public rules and rites
Let your reflection concede
Let yourself bleed
Pull the lake out from the frame
Cut the canvas through
Reach into the scenery
Pull us into view
We don't wanna cede this to you
We just wanna get through, through
We don't care about proof, proof, proof
We just wanna get loose, loose
We don't care about proof, proof
We just wanna get loose
We don't need to get through to you
We just wanna get through
Credits
Writer(s): Gregg Friedberg
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