Bauplan - 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

Written by:
David Leach, Lionel Gunn, Tim Ball, Todd Rae

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