Magic can be slippery stuff. Never count it out. |
I found your magic— Boy! I'm talking to you— If you'd have only listened, I'd have shared it with you. How could I listen? —ah, I listened to you. when you said no magic —your magical dreams?— they can never come true. So our spell went broken, our moment went through. It felt as though we'd nothing, There was nothing to do How could I listen? —ah, I listened to you. You'd admit no magic, no magical dreams; they can never come true. It felt as though we'd nothing, and nothing to do but to quest for the magic that can sneak up on you. Before you ever see it, you can know that we're true. That's when the hoodoo lets slip her hold upon you and there'll be no logic, no logical games that can keep me from you. I found our magic— Hey! I'm talking to you. I know you never listen, But I'll share it with you. There need be nothing, you've nothing to do but to lay back in silence as I'm rescuing you. I'll admit no logic no logical rules that will keep me from you. Before you even see it ah, you know our magical dream? it's already come true. Before you even wonder, you can know we are true. Like a magical dream we will always come true. |