Besedila: Nickel Creek. Why Should the Fire Die?. Doubting Thomas.

What will be left
When I've drawn my last breath?
Besides the folks I've met
And the folks who've known me
Will I discover a soul-saving love?
Or just the dirt above and below me

I'm a Doubting Thomas
I took a promise
But I do not feel safe
Oh, me of little faith

Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face
Then I beg to be spared 'cause I'm a coward
If there's a master of death
I bet he's holding his breath
As I show the blind
And tell the deaf about his power

I'm a Doubting Thomas
I can't keep my promises
'Cause I don't know what's safe
Oh, me of little faith

Can I be used to help others find truth?
When I'm scared, I'll find proof that it's a lie
Can I be led down a trail dropping bread crumbs
To prove I'm not ready to die?

Please give me time
To decipher the signs
Please forgive me for time
That I've wasted

I'm a Doubting Thomas
I'll take your promise
Though I know nothing's safe
Oh, me of little faith
Oh, me of little faith