Doctor I've got a problem with my imagination I don't use it any more I close my eyes and I try to see all the people living life in peace When I close my eyes all I see is what's in front of me Doctor I've got a problem with this consolation I don't want it any more In this candyland, 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 story goes, and everyone knows a child messenger of peace If not through us then through them, would you speak? 'Cause I got a problem with my imagination I need you to help me see, see Promise me.