So much difference now, the feeling's letting down.

I have a notion of where I am although I'm scared some how.

Not just a dropping in, more a dropping out.

It fell so loud that I found out I always done without.

I dreamt nothing was wrong, everything just smiled.

In this worthwhile dream of mine a beauty place combined.

I saw eagles fly, a grey sky open up,

a star explode and others float between the mountaintops.

She said: 'That's another kind of magic, I swear, things go smoothly'.



Now it's up to me.

Somewhere hid away there's a cure but I ain't sure whether it's mine to pay.

Because all the time I tried to give my dreams a life.

Every time that I woke up I simply closed my eyes.



She said: 'That's another kind of magic,

I swear, things go smoothly'.

She said: 'Man I promise you it gets better we're there...'



Futile dreams and reasons floating in the air.

I stay silent. And I gave up to try and walk on water. For you,

for you, so smooth...



I feel weary now, shaky in the gut.

And what if I woke up and saw that dreams is all I got.

I guess I'd laugh at life, sneaky in the hand.

Because it's a bitch to find out things ain't going as you planned.



But she said: 'That's another kind of magic,

I swear, things go smoothly.

She said: 'Man I promise its gets better, we're there.



She said: 'Are you willing to look the other way.

She said: 'Are you willing to take chances'.

I said: 'It's best if you just walk away'.

She said: 'Life is short and meaningless, unless you make the best of it'.