It's hard not to believenThe tender heartnWill fool you sonOverflowing matternI am naked, out of reachnSilent and completennBut it hangs, constantlynThis division, inside menIt's hard not to believennThose floating cloudsnUp on the ridgenAre hungry ghosts in waitingnThe one that I’m beholden to'snRelentless glow has fadednnSit down for the feastnoh, the one's who need it leastnIt's hard not to believennI was born to be loved innThe golden age of chatternThat endless rope, it pulls me wherenThe tender-hearted gathernnSit down for the feastnOh, the one's who need it leastnIt's hard not to believe