I still can't walk through Williamsburg
without looking for her there
Every woman with fallen eyes and darkness in her hair
I see someone that she might be
But I am still not sure
I stare at the arms, waist, and hips
And I remember what was pure
When she finally turns around
I know that it's not her
For she is some place far away
And not this caricature
Don't tell me I don't love you
Don't tell me you're all right
I'm tired souls, my weary eyes
Keep looking but still can't see
Her beauty or her touch now
Or the way we used to be
You know I still can't walk through Williamsburg
I have to leave this place
To go somewhere she'll never be
A ghost without a face
Practice my anmesia
I practice letting go
Cast her in forgotten lands
Where all is buried down below
Don't tell me I don't love you
Don't tell me you're all right
Cause I know you're not
And you know I do
And you know it is always true
Test of faith
Come and test your faith
Don't tell me I don't love you
Don't tell me you're all right
Cause I know you're not
And you know I do
And you know that is always true
A test of faith