I tied ribbons round our broken things Tell me when and I'll start loosening And I'm drawn like a cult to a saint In your gaze I can do anything We repeat like we're polka dots Like the crumbs on our tablecloth And I'm drawn like a cult to a saint In your gaze I could do anything Ooh, I'm in your atmosphere So feed a little faith not fear When the edges of the night cuts You like a knife How I wish you'd lay your head on mine And I'm drawn like a cult to a saint In your gaze I could do anything Ooh, I'm in your atmosphere So feed a little faith my dear Ooh, won't you stay right here Just keep me in your atmosphere Ooh, I'm in your atmosphere Feed a little faith my dear Ooh, won't you stay right here Keep me in your atmosphere