She was my sunlight She made my skin glow She had these bow legs I didn't want her to go Blue skies were turning red Learned my grade the hard way She loved me or so she said So I say
We all believe What we want to believe in We like to dream What we want to believe in This is the real thing
I stretched her dress tight I cut her hair low I made her speak right I didn't want her to go Grey skies beneath my feet I slipped on truth the hard way She preferred herself to me So I say
We all believe What we want to believe in We like to dream And we want to believe it So we all believe What we want to believe in This is the real thing so dance Every woman and man In cloud cuckoo land
