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 butlers back
Sometimes I get down
But it's not you that gets me down
It's just that sense of the impossible
Gratuitiously handed down
But oh no, not you, don't wipe your eyes over lies
Just let them shine their blue
On every whisper that welcomes the inconceviable
And the birth of the true