You say the song begins, you speak, and I hear violins, it's magic.
Stars desert the skies, rush to nestle in your eyes, it's magic.
Now the golden one, our mystic charm.
Fantastic things.
Things begin when I am in your arms.
When we walk hand in hand, the world becomes a wonderland.
It's magic.
How amazing.
What else can I explain?
Those raindrops when there is no rain.
It's magic.
Why do I tell myself these things that happen are all really true?
When in my heart I know, the magic is my love for you.
When in my heart I know, the magic is my love for you.
It's magic.
It's magic
Why do I tell myself
These things that happen
Are all really true
When in my heart I know
The magic is my love for you