Downstairs the people stay up Tiresome but it does fit the job Soon I'll be heading off But you are a satellite You can't change your mind The first one in line isn't hard to get by We start off at square one Thinking of what went wrong What fits like a glove And strikes like a fist is Until you see for yourself And speak on your own behalf cause There's no alarm that goes off Before you slam the door To even up the score I don't feel a thing when your fall turns to spring Magic can only be Practiced after practicing What fits like a glove And strikes like a fist is Love