I feel the magic
That our time has traced
And make a point
Of it in every place
But every place deserves
A curse or two
For making me
So far away from you
I saw some pictures
Of the world at war
I couldn't suss
What all the fuss was for
I wear a picture
Of you wearing black
And kissing me behind
The butler's back
Sometimes I get down
But it's not you that gets me down
It's just the sense
Of the impossible
Gratuitously handed down
But oh no not you
Wipe your eyes over lies
Let them shine their blue
On every whisper
That welcomes the inconceivable
And the birth of the true
I'd sack the world
And make a second start
I'd sack my head
Until I found my heart
I'd sack the distance
With a red parade
And burn the banks down
While the bugles played
Sometimes I get down
But it's not you that gets me down
It's just the sense of the impossible
Gratuitously handed down
But oh no
It's not you
Wipe your eyes over lies
Just let them shine their blue
On every whisper
That welcomes the inconceivable
The birth of the true
On every whisper
That welcomes the inconceivable
The birth of the true
On every whisper
That welcomes the inconceivable
The birth of the true
