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.