It’s a truth universally acknowledged that if you want to impress people, make people fall in love with you, or make people think you’re a profound thinker, you should use a foreign language. (And preferably one that sounds seductive and lyrical, like Italian or French or Gaelic or Mandarin, not one like Hebrew or German that you might confuse with Phlegmese.)
This is why singers like Andrea Bocelli are wise to keep singing in their native languages (resisting the English-language trend evident in events like the Eurovision Song Contest). They can hide their dreadfully tepid lyrics behind a beautiful language barrier, and American fans will lap it up.
Someone forgot to send Josh Groban this memo.
This song has about the temperature and quality of three-day-old bathwater–it leaves me pretty cold. Really? I have all I need if I just believe? What is my heart saying that I can believe in? In the ability of my heart to believe? Oh, I’m supposed to believe in what I feel inside. But that can’t be good, because this song is making me feel kinda nauseous.
Anyway, I’ve got to run–I gave my dreams wings to fly and now I have to catch them.