Magic

What a rare find,
What a shot in the dark.
What a perfectly crafted
Sign that maybe all these things are after all
Just As they should be-
That things after all,
Are just fine.
What's in those dark eyes of your's
Thats in the flow of your hair?
What's in your smile only
Thats in my smile only when
You're here?
Whats you and me gotta do
But just be who we are?
Whats you and me got
Wether were so near
Or driven oh so far apart?
What's you and me when
In fact it's only we?
What does magic mean?
What's magic when waking
Up to you
Outruns the dream?
Whats magic if falling asleep to you
Is in fact my favorite melody?

Magic is
What i'm- when i'm
Is with you.
Magic is
What time is
When its eleven past eleven
And we read it on your cieling.
Magic is nothing less than
The feeling
Of you lookin at me
Lookin at you
Lookin at me.

But oh-
Whats magic when waking
Up to you
Outruns the dream?
Whats magic if falling asleep to you
Is my favorite melody?

Come shoot stars down with me baby!
Come shoot stars down with me baby!