| Song | Harder To Believe Than Not To |
| Artist | Steve Taylor |
| Album | Now The Truth Can Be Told |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rachmaninoff, Taylor | |
| 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? | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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... | |
| I believe |
| zuo qu : Rachmaninoff, Taylor | |
| 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? | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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... | |
| I believe |
| zuò qǔ : Rachmaninoff, Taylor | |
| 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? | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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... | |
| I believe |