No one can stop it all from crashin' down to shit Push to feel something more than just the sound of it Time, time is the magic truth of storing Sometimes, magic is so very, very boring It's a healthy kind of sick A slow sort of quick I'm very sad I don't feel bad at all It's a different sort of same A crazy sort of same A feeling without a name that they call love Because I have my doubts, I know it must be true Watch the dreamed eye every day I don't know what to do I know it's only fear that makes me wonder But I wonder why I'm so afraid