Wednesday, November 25, 2009






















Eleanor doesn't keep her face in a jar anymore
She doesn't leave the church with rice in hand, she understands
That her day will come, tho' she doesn't know where from
She believes in fate, no time for hate.

The father doesn't darn his socks in the night no more
He sleeps with the angels who linger by the door
He believes his words, they will be heard
He clings to his faith, it's not too late

ah look at all the happy people
ah look at all the happy people
ah look at all the happy people
ah loos at all the happy people

Eleanor she met a man who did implore
Her to drop all her cares and worries, there's no hurry
He's not the best but he beats all the rest
Those who left her cold and feeling old

In the stillness of the sanctuary, the wounds they do carry
They are but a taste of all that life can erase
And we can be saved at the very edge of the blade
That cuts so deep, that cuts so deep, that cuts so deep

ah look at all the happy people
ah look at all the happy people
ah look at all the happy people
ah loos at all the happy people

Eleanor Faith
Words and Music by William Bates
T21 Music 2009