She was my sunlight   She made my skin glow   She had these bow legs   I didn't want her to go   Blue skies were turning red   Learned my grade the hard way   She loved me or so she said   So I say      We all believe   What we want to believe in   We like to dream   What we want to believe in   This is the real thing      I stretched her dress tight   I cut her hair low   I made her speak right   I didn't want her to go   Grey skies beneath my feet   I slipped on truth the hard way   She preferred herself to me   So I say      We all believe   What we want to believe in   We like to dream   And we want to believe it   So we all believe   What we want to believe in   This is the real thing so dance   Every woman and man   In cloud cuckoo land