I, oh I, I can turn a gray sky blue. Oh I, you see, I can make it rain when I want it to. I can build a castle with a single grain of sand. Oh I, you see, I can make a ship sail on dry land.
Your love is fading, I can feel your love fading. Woman it's fading away from me. . 'Cause your personal touch has grown cold. As if someone else controls your very soul.