Stephen Duffy She Wants To Share Her Magic
A cardboard crown A silver star upon a stick The wizard's hat Turns childhoods' trick And what we lose Like fading footage of a reel Amounts to what We're prepared to feel. And she wants to share her magic with me But I feel like a thief She wants to go to church on Sunday And sing in disbelief She wants to share her magic with me And see what we conceive The arcane lines of her confession Makes it hard for me to breathe. The diamonds flash On her fingers, in her hair As she supports Her starry head drooped in despair She knew the truth Before she knew it to be true Her calls are placed She's waiting to get through. And she wants to share her magic with me But I feel like a thief She wants to go to church on Sunday And sing in disbelief She wants to share her magic with me And see what we conceive The arcane lines of her confession Makes it hard for me to breathe. A spectral sound Searches through the zodiac She's radiant An illuminating beam of light Get up late She looks like Scorpio herself Euphoria Didn't know I needed her so much.
