| Oh, I believe in something else, |
| there’s no name for it in spite of men more clever than I. |
| Wistful men of scripture wander the earth, |
| ‘cause of their faith they’re born to die, |
| or else are not pious. |
| Seems a long time just to be waiting to live my life I say… |
| It’s so much better each time. |
| I feel like I could die. |
| Oh, I feel like everything’s fine, lord. |
| It only happens of course, |
| when I run onto their swords. |
| I’m never knowing quite why, but I… |
| Oh I believe in something else. |
| Oh, I believe in science being a window, |
| we look out of but never back inside. |
| Oh and I believe that weeks and streets cheat the feet, |
| of anyone that tries to run beside, but never you mind. |
| Falling behind is where I found the best of life I say… |
| It’s so much better each time. |
| I feel like I could die. |
| Oh, I feel like everything’s fine. Oh lord. |
| It only happens of course, |
| when I run onto their swords, |
| I’m never knowing quite why, but I. |
| Oh, I believe in something else. |
| (Watch me now) |
| Oh children of a different design all march to different drums, |
| but they’re all marching in time. |
| That’s a funny coincidence; that’s funny don’t you think that they’d realise? |
| Oh well, well and masses singing songs for a child, |
| but the melodies wild, and they’re all out of time. |
| Some who sing, well they hardly start, |
| they sing with half a heart and in doing so they lie. |
| Ohh oh but I’m not the one to decide, whose pulling the wool over your eyes; |
| ‘cause I’ve only lived behind my own eyes, |
| and if I told you different it’d just be a lie. I say… |
| Each man believes it’s his right, |
| to show the others the light. |
| But a minds' limit’s a life, oh lord. |
| Each in each others exile, |
| and guiltier than those they try. |
| Oh it’s no small wonder that I, yes I… |
| Oh I believe in something else. |