I did not believe in make believe
But I believed the stories you brought me.
I believe in little red hearts
And in words that fell from the sky.

I believed in your soul alone –
Restless and pure,
So godlike, so ecliptic.

Made me trade my faith in something
For my faith in the air coming out from your mouth.
The music only you could hear became my sole ballad.

I did not believe in empty space.
Until you took some part of the Universe
To cover for your soul.
I believed when you whispered you look like rain
And I wanted nothing more than to fall.

I believed in the dark, where you gave me your hand
In that perpetual dance of magic
-Oh, you were the magician.
Played into forever and a day.

I did not believe in hurricanes.
But I believed the storm you brought in.
The splattering rain, the booming thunder
It was all part of your glory.

I never did believe in giving up.
But when you’re my only purpose
And the atmosphere is redundant
It takes a special kind of love to hold on to your fairy tales.