Doctor

Doctor I've got a problem with my imagination
I don't use it any more
I close my eyes and I try to see all the people living life in peace
When I close my eyes all I see is what's in front of me

Doctor I've got a problem with this consolation
I don't want it any more
In this candyland, the clutching hand always reaching
We take care of ourselves while the rest are weeping

Once upon a time there was a little baby
Bringing light to the world
As the story goes, and everyone knows a child messenger of peace
If not through us then through them, would you speak?

'Cause I got a problem with my imagination
I need you to help me see, see
Promise me.