Dried up angels don’t dance here, baby
Have some conviction, and believe in me.
It looks like raisins with wings, I know.
Have some trust, and believe in me.
The winds were strong, doesn’t mean a thing.
Have some confidence, and believe in me.
Tickles in all the wrong places.
Imagination and grumpy faces.
Have some faith, and believe in me.
Tender intent, callused conversations.
Believe my words in the face of a storm.
Have some belief, believe in me. |