I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist
But darling,
You, are, the only exception (bis 3)
......
I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
You, are, the only exception (bis 7)
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing
