Magic, where did it go?
Tragic stories I know
It's such a sad sight
No haven or place to hide
I end up so helpless every time
Bring me back to the start
Take me right where I belong
Where I can find the undertones
Colours taking over
It calls me I want to be back home
The only reason I still roam
Feelings swirling around
Meanings I've never found
It's such a sad sight
Time is running out
I hope I reach the tide before the drought
Bring me back to the start
Take me right where I belong
Where I can find the undertones
Colours taking over
It calls me I want to be back home
The only reason I still roam
I still roam