How can I believe that everything in this world is going to be fine?    How can I believe that everything in this world has it's place and time?    When I lay down to sleep, I feel the world spin   Slightly off axis, it's shaped like a fig   And when I lie next to you, I shiver and shake   You tell me you love me, I dream I'm awake   How can I believe that everything in this world is going to be fine?    And how can I believe that everything in this world has it's place and time?    'cause when I lay down to sleep, I have the same dream   Of a world-famous actress in a pink limousine   And she flies through the sky in that pink cadillac   While the boys of the press, we drink vodka in back   And she tells us our fortune by crumbling leaves   And she teaches us card tricks, the jack makes us weak   She divines water by dancing a jig for the boys of the press   She will whistle a pitch