Let it snow
Let it come down
Let it filter through the sky
To the Gulf of Mexico
Let us sleep
Let us dream,
And Let us believe there is salvation
At the bottom of the bottle to which I peek.
Do you believe there are no miracles?
Do you believe we will not drown?
In the bottom of a bottle,
Searching for a genie that can't be found
So we climbed
Climbed up a rainbow
Swirling in the colours of Her Majesty's best display of things we'll never know.
Yet I believed,
that if I climbed it up so high
Until I could not breathe...
There would be some miracle
There would come a miracle.
There would be some miracle
There would be a miracle.
Some parts of life come true,
Whether we believe,
Whether or not we want them to
And some of us will die
As we try to fight the sea
And hold back the tide,
Praying for some miracle
Waiting on some miracle
Holding on for some miracle
Praying for a miracle
Some miracle
Waiting on some miracle...
So we wait
As we wash the scars
And find, painted in the clouds
The understanding...
The miracle was you and I.
Was always you and I
Always you and I