Patrick Moraz/Lee Jackson)

I believe
The life you live you leave
Can't conceive
An extra mortal sleeve
>From near times far
We come and here we are, we stay
To play a while upon this earthly stage and leave
To half-remembered tales
And half-forgotten lies
To sing a while
A song in praising style
And then forget the words

I believe in midnight madness
And ships that pass in the night
And I believe in love
Like a child in Santa Claus
The king who wore no clothes
Wasn't the only one exposed
The queue forms beside me
As I sing my credo to a lost cause

I believe in constant pauses
Like a Roman holiday
And I often stop for air
As I climb the Spanish stairs
And the king whose touch was gold
Was surprised as he grew old
The queue forms up behind him
As he sang his credo to a lost cause

I believe, and you believe, and we believe we're free
And the air don't cost a thing
To a bird with a broken wing
The wisest king of all
Left his wisdom on the wall
The queue forms beside me
As I sing my credo to a lost cause

I believe, and you believe, and we believe we're free
And the air don't cost a thing
But then, that's only to a bird with a broken wing
Yet the wisest king of all
Had to leave his wisdom on the wall
The queue forms up beside me
As I sing my credo to a lost cause

I believe
The life you live you leave
Can't conceive
The extra mortal weave

>From near the stars
You are seen from here, they're yours
To gaze awhile
Down to the universe and smile
As we down here
We chase the wind and jump the moon
And play a while
The game in echoed style
And disregard the rules