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