Steve Taylor’s lyrics were always well-crafted. “Harder to Believe” is, hands down, my favorite song of his.
Nothing is colder than the winds of change
where the chill numbs the dreamer till a shadow remains
among the ruins lies your tortured soul
was it lost there
or did your will surrender control?
where the chill numbs the dreamer till a shadow remains
among the ruins lies your tortured soul
was it lost there
or did your will surrender control?
Shivering with doubts that were left unattended
so you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
it’s harder to believe than not to
harder to believe than not to
so you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
it’s harder to believe than not to
harder to believe than not to
It was a confidence that got you by
when you know you believed it, but you didn’t know why
no one imagines it will come to this
but it gets so hard when people don’t want to listen
when you know you believed it, but you didn’t know why
no one imagines it will come to this
but it gets so hard when people don’t want to listen
Shivering with doubts that you left unattended
so you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
it’s harder to believe than not to
so you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
it’s harder to believe than not to
Some stay paralyzed until they succomb
others do what they feel, but their senses are numb
some get trampled by the pious throng
still they limp along
others do what they feel, but their senses are numb
some get trampled by the pious throng
still they limp along
Are you sturdy enough to move to the front?
is it nods of approval or the truth that you want?
and if they call it a crutch, then you walk with pride
your accusers have always been afraid to go outside
is it nods of approval or the truth that you want?
and if they call it a crutch, then you walk with pride
your accusers have always been afraid to go outside
They shiver with doubts that were left unattended
then they toss away the cloak that they should have mended
you know by now why the chosen are few
it’s harder to believe than not to…
then they toss away the cloak that they should have mended
you know by now why the chosen are few
it’s harder to believe than not to…
I believe
Hello My Lovelies! 