| Song | Believer |
| Artist | RyanDan |
| Album | Imagine |
| A jaded heart, a troubled mind | |
| I can't feel | |
| Her hold a hand that once held mine | |
| ‘Cause I know her tear drops fall in bits like me | |
| There's no tinderbox, no pocket full of dreams | |
| There she goes, nobody knows she roams broken and cold | |
| There she goes, I can't let go | |
| She's close but so far from home | |
| What is done, is done, we've done it all | |
| But who could have known | |
| We belonged | |
| Except the believers | |
| Far from nowhere, hurt by words | |
| I can't say, the echoed silence makes it worse | |
| Don't you know your teardrops fall in bits like me? | |
| Where's that tinderbox and pocket full of dreams? | |
| There she goes, nobody knows she roams broken and cold | |
| There she goes, I can't let go | |
| She's close but so far from home | |
| What is done, is done, we've done it all | |
| But who could have known | |
| We belonged | |
| Now I'm a believer | |
| I'm a believer | |
| I'm a believer | |
| Yes, I'm a believer | |
| There she goes, I can't let go | |
| She's close but so far from home | |
| What is done, is done, we've seen it all | |
| She can't ride the storm | |
| What is done, is done, we had it all | |
| The push and the pull | |
| What is done, is done, we've done it all | |
| But who could have known | |
| We belonged | |
| Except the believers | |
| Except the believers |
| A jaded heart, a troubled mind | |
| I can' t feel | |
| Her hold a hand that once held mine | |
| ' Cause I know her tear drops fall in bits like me | |
| There' s no tinderbox, no pocket full of dreams | |
| There she goes, nobody knows she roams broken and cold | |
| There she goes, I can' t let go | |
| She' s close but so far from home | |
| What is done, is done, we' ve done it all | |
| But who could have known | |
| We belonged | |
| Except the believers | |
| Far from nowhere, hurt by words | |
| I can' t say, the echoed silence makes it worse | |
| Don' t you know your teardrops fall in bits like me? | |
| Where' s that tinderbox and pocket full of dreams? | |
| There she goes, nobody knows she roams broken and cold | |
| There she goes, I can' t let go | |
| She' s close but so far from home | |
| What is done, is done, we' ve done it all | |
| But who could have known | |
| We belonged | |
| Now I' m a believer | |
| I' m a believer | |
| I' m a believer | |
| Yes, I' m a believer | |
| There she goes, I can' t let go | |
| She' s close but so far from home | |
| What is done, is done, we' ve seen it all | |
| She can' t ride the storm | |
| What is done, is done, we had it all | |
| The push and the pull | |
| What is done, is done, we' ve done it all | |
| But who could have known | |
| We belonged | |
| Except the believers | |
| Except the believers |