I'm falling for your magic spell, baby ease my mind
I'm at the bottom of the well, where you linger deep inside
My feet are wet and my throat is sore, I'm dying in vain
The way your eyes make me feel the cold, girl you're my despair
I will find your hidden lore
Words of diamond turning to gold
Mad men are controlling the jukebox of your soul
Whispers are like magnets on basement floors
Yellow lightning, violet waves, librettos, care-free sex
San Francisco's dirty name, we're at it again
I will find your hidden lore
Words of diamond turning to gold
Mad men are controlling the jukebox of your soul
Whispers are like magnets on the ocean floor
Whenever you are near me, no shadow will cast its curse
I don't understand completely the things you say
The way you look at me
Words of diamond turning to gold
Mad men have poisoned the bloodstream of our soul
Pull yourself together, just look at the sea