Birds in the trees singing love making out endlessly Everywhere lovers entwined passing by smiling faces I see Why don't we... ...make up and try one more time Maybe somehow we'll manage I feel There's something left for you and me No I don't believe in miracles, and I don't believe in fairytales It's easy being cynical, I'd rather try to keep the faith Love it comes in many ways These lonely days passing by such a waste can't you see So why don't we... ...forget and start where we left off yeah This time we'll surely succeed There's something left for you and me No I don't believe in miracles, and I don't believe in fairytales It's easy being cynical, I'd rather try to keep the faith Love it comes in many ways Oh love Can we just try again? Why can't we work it out? Can we just get together? Oh love This could be everything All that we ever wanted Right here in our hands...