Let it snow
Let it come down
Let it filter through the sky
To the Gulf of Mexico
Let us sleep
Let us dream
Let us believe there is salvation
at the bottom of the bottle into which I peek�
Do you believe, there are no miracles
Do you believe…
We will not drown
in the bottom of a bottle
Searching for a genie that can’t be found
So we climb, climb up a rainbow
Swirling in the colors of her Majesty’s best display
of things we’ll never know
Yet I believed,
that if I climbed it up so high
until I could not breathe
There would be some miracle
There would come a miracle
There would be some miracle
There would come a miracle
Some parts of life come true
Whether we believe
or whether not we want them to
Some of us we die
as we try to fight the sea
and hold back the tide
Praying for some miracle
Waiting for a miracle
Holding on for some miracle
Praying for a miracle
So we wait
We watch the sky
We find painted in the clouds
The understanding that the miracle
was you and I
It was always you and I
The miracle
was you and I
