There\'s a lie in the midst of what I should believe
Forget all the mechanics required to conceive
A zombie comes to life for a few days reprieve
Poke a finger through his holy hand
Ah I can\'t all this magic belongs in the past
If it\'s true we should meet where the dragons have massed
All the best stories told have been written to last
Hope will always find constant demand
It is taught in the temples discussed at the bar
Stitched up sinners are proudly displaying a scar
I\'m as wise as the three said to follow a star
Through a desert with nothing but sand
Even so there are times when I send out a plea
To whatever is out there more powerful than me
I\'ve looked long into darkness when squinting to see
Past the pound euro dollar and rand
Once again in our paradise war\'s on the brink
By religious fanatics refusing to think
Treat yourself to a meal pour another stiff drink
Drift away back to fairytale land