Steve Tyrell It's Magic
You smile, the song begins; you speak and I hear violins
It's magic
The stars deserve the sky and... in your eyes
It's magic
With out a golden one, a mystic chance, fantastic things begin
When I am in your arms
When we walk hand in hand the world becomes a wander land
How we can explain those rainbows when that it's no rain, it's magic
What do I tell my self, this things that happened are already truth
When in my heart I know the magic it's my love for you
