Magic

It's through the trees, and there it sits
Mangled and confused, collection of the miscellaneous bits
It's there to be found, alone
Collect up the pieces to find home

And here i am again
Searching in puddles to find rain
And so sit back, and riddle me this
How many weeks does it take for a habit to be quit
To come out from beyond those trees
With banged up bruises, and scuffed old knees

It's magic
Ohhhh
It's magic
Ehhhhhhhhhh?
It's magic

You look in the mirror and what do you see
All the love and the joy, that a youngin' just might need
But you must know, that it's not real
You can't touch it, but it some thing you can feel

It's magic
Ohhhh oh
It's magic
It's magic
Ohh
It's magic

One young boy, with a love that is unknown
Out in the forrest you'll find the ones you can call home

It's magic