Doctor,
I got a problem with my imagination
I don't use it anymore
Well,
I close my eyes and I try to see all the people living life in peace
But when I close my eyes, all I see
is what's in front of me
And doctor,
I got a problem with this constellation
I don't want it anymore In this candy land
The clutching hand always reaching
We take care of ourselves
While the rest are weeping
Once upon a time there was a little baby Bringing light to the world
As
the stories
go
And everyone knows a child,
a messenger of
peace
So if not through us,
then through them
Would you speak?
Cause I've got a problem with my
imagination I need you to help me see
See,
see,
promise me
