The Death Of Magic Thinking

(albüm: The Boy Named If - 2022)

Sullen as a summer's day
Even as a winter's evening
Angels strumming overhead
Twenty-seven seconds to touchdown

Switch on the landing lights
I turned up the radio
One day I'll buy a ticket for any place that I want to go

Now that I am so afraid to fly
Away from childish dreams
The death of magic thinking
The death of magic thinking

She took my hand in an experiment
Put it where it shouldn't be
Put it underneath her dress and waited to see

I didn't know what to do
I didn't know what to say
It was just a game I guess
One that I didn't know how to play

But if I'd never known that spark
Stumbled on in all innocence
With my machine that can turn ink stains into words
Lends honey to the hive and the melody to birds
The death of magic thinking

I can't stand on my head
I can't let go my tears
I can't control my anger
I can't admit my fears

Walked you to the prison gate
I didn't know what to say
Walked back to the car
Shed tears of my betrayal

They'll teach you well but not enough
A punching bag and all for nothing
Cartwheels you used to turn
You'll never learn, they'll never mention
The death of magic thinking

She took my hand in an experiment
Put it where it shouldn't be
Put it underneath her dress and waited to see

I didn't know what to do
I didn't know what to say
It was just a game I guess
One I didn't know how to play

Now that you are leaving for some other place
Where they won't let me follow
I see you close the door and deny you ever knew me
The death of magic thinking
The death of magic thinking