Sitting by the river, staring at the motion
Just a little sliver running to the ocean
Walking through the forest, the canopy is hissing
It sings a little chorus when I stop and listen
Looking at the mountains, ripples in the fabric
Suddenly astounded, sometimes I feel the magic
Casting out the old god, drinking to the future
Buckle up and hold on, we're sewing up the sutures
Staring at the sunset, thinking 'bout the distance
No, it isn't done yet, it will be in an instant
Just a little ember, the sky is looking tragic
Sometimes I remember, sometimes I feel the magic
Drowning out the noises and getting to the centre
Lifting up our voices to get us through the winter
Laughing at the fire, looking into new eyes
Dealing with desire, finding what the truth buys
Looking at the old sun, once it was a baby
Every day a new one, every day a maybe
I just wanna hold on and have you through the havoc
When we sing the old song, sometimes I feel the magic
Sometimes I feel the magic
