Faith Has got me this far Not by the standards of your god But in the little things And in the crickets And in the toads Sitting with a bottle that's fading Sitting with a bottle of wine Sitting with a bottle that's draining And your gods not mine Sitting in a pond that fading Sitting with a bottle of wine Sitting with a bottle that's draining And your gods not mine Heaven Can I come to where you are? But my heavens not yours It's in the little things And in the crickets And in the little things That we are So heaven When I'm dreaming in the city Will you bring me Some sanctuary Sitting with a bottle that's fading Sitting with a bottle of wine Sitting with a bottle that's draining And your gods not mine Sitting in a pond that fading Sitting with a bottle of wine Sitting with a bottle that's draining And your gods not mine Faith Has got me this far Not by the standards of your god But in the little things And in the crickets And in the toads Sitting with a bottle that's fading Sitting with a bottle of wine Sitting with a bottle that's draining And your gods not mine Sitting in a pond that fading Sitting with a bottle of wine Sitting with a bottle that's draining And your gods not mine