The life you live you leave
We come and here we are, we stay
To play a while upon this earthly stage and leave
And then forget the words
I believe in midnight madness
And ships that pass in the night
Like a child in Santa Claus
The king who wore no clothes
Wasn't the only one exposed
The queue forms beside me
As I sing my credo to a lost cause
I believe in constant pauses
As I climb the Spanish stairs
And the king whose touch was gold
Was surprised as he grew old
The queue forms up behind him
As he sang his credo to a lost cause
I believe, and you believe, and we believe we're free
And the air don't cost a thing
To a bird with a broken wing
Left his wisdom on the wall
The queue forms beside me
As I sing my credo to a lost cause
I believe, and you believe, and we believe we're free
And the air don't cost a thing
But then, that's only to a bird with a broken wing
Yet the wisest king of all
Had to leave his wisdom on the wall
The queue forms up beside me
As I sing my credo to a lost cause
The life you live you leave
You are seen from here, they're yours
Down to the universe and smile
We chase the wind and jump the moon