Somewhere in the lap of the stars, stories are made,
On the breezes of the night sky, fairytales reside,
Maybe there's the magic C u astle in the clouds our dreams now evade,
Maybe there's wings waiting for us in a land of no pride,

What if there's a gentle healing in the trees cool shade,
Maybe the prince charming is caught somewhere in space,
When we stop believing, when we stop loving, miracles fade,
Maybe there's magic once we get out of this maze,

Somewhere in nature, I believe heaven lies,
In the breeze, the shade, the clouds, the sunshine, the rain,
When we stop believing, when we stop loving, maybe miracles die,
Maybe we find our infinity when we go insane,

The air that we inhale, dances with our lungs, mixes with our blood,
Maybe miracles begin when we let go of this reality,
When we intertwine with the stars,where hearts torn with ecstasy stood,
Our wonderland begins when we make love to our insanity,

Perhaps someday looking at these stars, inhaling this cool air,
I'll find ecstasy that will last for eternity,
Perhaps I'll drift off with the rain, out of my fear,
Don't you know where? ;)
Where I make love to my insanity.