I believe, I believe.
Through the disconnected eyes, I believe.
I believe in what I feel.
I believe because I feel.
And I feel it under the unprotected skin.
Deep in the truest colors in motion,
I believe the forward movement,
I believe in the dance of bangs
under this modern rain of fairy dust.
I feel like Tinker Bell,
do you believe it's possible?
I believe in arms that embrace sincerily.
I still believe in romantism.