And I can't help believing the world is on my side
No I can't help believing in my heart
But I can't stop this feeling
That I should run and hide
So before I die, I'll sit and wonder why
Oh I wonder why.
Hailed shall be the ones who see what others can not
For no assumption I will waste my reason
The promised lands of sand are raised
And troths build on tales
From heights I now behold this circus' credo