More than any other color, I believe in blue
The widest outstretched arms I’ve ever seen above and below the moon
In bright pastel or tempest grey, she always builds a day anew
With hope of sun or fear of pouring rain, my prayers may still come true
If I were to pick a religion, I believe it would be you
You, the watcher who hides away and watches from a brighter view
The invisible smile of a stranger that I picture in my dreams
I ponder on how you’ll never know how much your unseen smile means to me
More than any time, I believe in midnight
The one second on the clock that an erroneous day is blown away
A flitter of hope in a shivering heart beat leaps awake
Ready to make right this fresh new day
Yes, I believe in this the way I believe in virgin snow
That quietly covers our footsteps and holds our secret close
She wistfully shifts around our frozen trails
And slows the time just enough for us to observe the small details
I suppose it’s hard to not believe in God;
Who else can I find to blame the hardships of life on?
Or where do my prayers go after they fall as weary tears?
What idol can I rely on to placate all of my fears?
But no one can reply to all of the questions, all of the demands
They fall back into the frail fingers of my tired hands
So I believe in magic, the magic that makes up time
Who meticulously grooms the sea and the sky
Patiently healing wounds and removing the iron ball and chain
So the hope in my heart can finally fly.