I draw a line 'til the line starts going off course

In black and white I can't see the color

I don't know what it's moving towards

But I try to believe it's true

Is it better to have loved and lost

You grow up paint a picture of your life

Like a fixture in your mind

And it tricks you once or twice

Or three times

And I know it's not right and I know it's not fair

Sometimes you fall in love sometimes it's not there

It flickers

I follow light 'til my eyes can't see it no more

And in the dark I tape stars to my ceiling

Just waiting for something to spark

But I can't confidently say

It's better to have loved and lost

You grow up paint a picture of your life

Like a fixture in your mind

And it tricks you once or twice

Or three times

And I know I know it's not fair

Sometimes you fall in love sometimes it's not there

It flickers

Magic gets lost in the mundane

Magic gets lost on sunday magic gets lost in the

Magic gets lost in the mundane

Magic gets lost on sunday magic gets lost in the

Magic gets lost in the mundane

Magic gets lost on sunday magic gets lost in the

Magic gets lost in the mundane

Magic gets lost on sunday magic gets lost in

Magic gets lost in the world we live in

Magic gets lost in the world we live in