The world is becoming this crazy scene
Where people rush to die in their sleep
Afraid of living, loving and, like leaves
Waltzing in the falling air

But I still believe

I don't want my crystal heart to be torn out
Therefore, I've built the Great Wall of Hope
Around my ribcage, around this ill stage
Of feelings betraying each other

But I still believe

I saw three black eagles in my dreams
It was 3 AM, or maybe my mind kept it real for too long
Reality and dreams are braided together
Entwined like hands shaking out of respect

That's why I believe

I believe these worlds, fighting above my bed
Raining above my head, keep befriending each other
Until the very end of this earthy stage
Like wool and coal, like pigs and doves

I just want to believe.