Fairground Saints - Magic Lyrics

Secret signs etched on my armor, pretty nightmares in my bed
Like some necromantic charmer whispers to the dead, you're all up in my head

There's something wicked in your kisses and your smoke and mirror smile
Every time I close my eyes, I wake up dreaming of ways to make you stay, stay a little while

Oh, won't you work a little bit more magic on me
Oh, make it more than only make believe
Oh, won't you work a little bit more magic on me before you leave

Oh, you master of illusion, come on conjure up a spell
Baby, you can be my beautiful delusion, my midnight wishing well, I wanna kiss and tell

Oh, won't you work a little bit more magic on me
Oh, make it more than only make believe
Oh, won't you work a little bit more magic on me before you leave, before you leave

Oh, won't you work a little bit more magic on me
Oh, make it more than only make believe
Oh, won't you work a little bit more magic on me before you leave

Oh, no, no before you leave, before you leave, before you leave