Believer

If heaven won’t speak with me
About my salvation and blessings,
And if you’ll speak without me
About what might happen to me,
I can’t go and miss the tour,
I can’t go and miss you.
You’re my destiny,
Believe in me
You’re what I have to do.
Believe in me
You’re what I was born for.
Believe in me, I must be this way…
The cascade, slippery way…
The centre of the earth calls me.

If a gypsy had told you one day
About the misgivings of my tasks,
And if you took it to your fate
To follow me to save me from myself.
I can’t stay and miss the trail,
I can’t stay and kiss my fail.
You’re my destiny.
Believe in me
You’re what I have to do.
Believe in me
You’re what I was born for.
Believe in me, I have to be this way
The cascade slippery way…
The centre of the earth is my home…
It calls me.

I knew you would resist,
At the shimmering mouth,
Our tryst had to be,
One with the sound,
A sound once-heard,
A sound then-transferred,
A sound that will travel
To the centre of the earth…

Do you believe…?
Do you believe in me?