Valarie (I Want To Believe)

The palm tree that was a baloon That it was too cold for Port of entry, port of call The smell of hardwood floors Bonds of kin, tied within Will tend to pull you out Of your favourite game of playing favourites Oh, I want to believe there's a way Oh, I want to believe Three days, waiting to hear Was it joy or pain Loss of rights, kept in sight Under suicidal rain Port of departure, last hoorah Under the neon night And your favourite game of playing favourites