Let it snownLet it come downnLet it filter through the skynTo the Gulf of MexiconnLet us sleepnLet us dream,nAnd Let us believe there is salvationnAt the bottom of the bottle to which I peek.nnDo you believe there are no miracles?nDo you believe we will not drown?nIn the bottom of a bottle,nSearching for a genie that can't be foundnnSo we climbednClimbed up a rainbownSwirling in the colours of Her Majesty's best display of things we'll never know.nnnYet I believed,nthat if I climbed it up so highnUntil I could not breathe...nnThere would be some miraclenThere would come a miracle.nThere would be some miraclenThere would be a miracle.nnSome parts of life come true,nWhether we believe,nWhether or not we want them tonAnd some of us will dienAs we try to fight the seanAnd hold back the tide,nnPraying for some miraclenWaiting on some miraclenHolding on for some miraclenPraying for a miraclennSome miraclenWaiting on some miracle...nnSo we waitnAs we wash the scarsnAnd find, painted in the cloudsnThe understanding...nThe miracle was you and I.nnWas always you and InAlways you and In