Its a humid night, the moon is getting full again
Somewhere there's a slight figure made of paraffin
And someone is turning its head
And someone is pulling its leg
It's magic

It's a restless crowd
The doves are flying from his sleeves
One girls not so loud, like a convert she believes
She's always been looking for wires
But now she knows none are required

It's magic
Wrap me up in chains
With the magic words you say
I can use my brain
I can make my getaway
But I will be your volunteer
If you make this love disappear
Like magic
Magic