magic view

turning

turning are the tables here before me

oh

but you're so lovely

lovely as you are

i know you'll leave me

high up in a tree

i can't climb down

but i don't mind the trouble

it's a magic view

starin' at the pavement under you

burning

burning with the new york lights

i'm turning

turning into me it feels like heaven

heaven

whoa the hum of silence never seemed so far

but lord it's quiet in my heart

and i don't even miss a single blade of grass

paper trails

no fingernails and frozen eyes i never wanna close

i would be a fool to miss this magic view

starin' at the ceiling next to you