Oh, I just wanna believe That we were made for something More than just what we can see This sickness keeps you coming back If you could see what I've seen Than you'd believe in something Ghosts are never more than they seem But they keep coming in your sleep They haunt you in your sleep
Some call them enemies Some call them lovers I keep a map of my heart under my covers I marked the spot where we buried our hearts in the earth We've all got stars in our eyes See how they burn See how they burn
Oh, I just wanna believe That we were made for something More than just what we can see This sickness keeps you coming back If you could see what I've seen Than you'd believe in something Ghosts are never more than they seem But they keep coming in your sleep In your sleep, oh yeah
And I said, oh I just wanna believe That we were made for something More than just what we can see This sickness keeps you coming back If you could see what I've seen Than you'd believe in something
Oh, I just wanna believe That we were made for something Oh, I just wanna believe That we were made for something More than just what we can see This sickness keeps you coming back If you could see what I've seen Than you'd believe in something Ghosts are never more than they seem But they keep coming in your sleep Oh, In your sleep, oh yeah
Compositor: Drew R Fortson (Andrew Belle) (BMI)Editor: Andrew Belle Music (ASCAP)Administração: One Less Traveled Music Publishing (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #38826455 em 04/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM