How can I believe that everything in this world

is going to be fine?

How can I believe that everything in this world

has its place and time?



When I lay down to sleep, I feel the world spin

Slightly off axis, it's shaped like a fig

And when I lie next to you, I shiver and shake

You tell me you love me, I dream I'm awake



How can I believe tha everything in this world

is going to be fine?

And how can I believe that everything in this world

has its place and time?



'Cause when I lay down to sleep, I have the same dream

Of a world-famous actress in a pink limousine

And she flies through the sky in that pink Cadillac

While the boys of the Press, we drink vodka in back

And she tells us our fortune by crumbling leaves

And she teaches us card tricks, the Jack makes us weak

She divines water by dancing a jig for the boys of the Press

She will whistle [wrestle?] a pig