Pi

Painted, wide
With the moon in your eyes
Safe from harm
In the clouds, in your arms
No fog, no fate
No words conceal
You're magic and you're real
Holy wounds and holy wars
We can let it slide
Meet me under cotton skies
And we'll float for a while
You heal me with a smile
Send shivers down my spine
Is it true?
Could you be mine?
Lights out
I finally see you clear
So cool, so calm, so near
No fate, no words conceal
You're magic and you're real