If I could believe two and two is five. Two wrongs make a right. Well then man alive. Lost in my insolence and sneers. That might sound like prayers. If I could believe. If I could believe. You were from heaven sent. Then just losing you. Would be my punishment. But in the hour of disgrace. I might see his face. If I could believe. If I could believe. Then I know I might. Sleep all through the night. But how many times must I wake in fright. Nagging doubts still tugging on my sleeve. If I could believe two and two is five. Two wrongs make a right. Well then man alive. Lost in my insolence and sneers. That might sound like prayers. If I could believe. If I could believe