We were just a phase of flowersthe happy days, the happy hourswhen the rain streamed downthe fatal windowsand her eyes seemed far awayup closeWhen all the things you meant to meanand all the awful in betweengets tiredWell, Lilly, I guess the best trickis to see the magiconce you've seen the wiresMy pulse held still for her to passand my heart beat againat lastNow the roof is sitting on the floorher past is fitting in a drawerwhere all the lonely papers playlike we were only made of make-believeand fireWell, Lilly, I guess the best trickis to see the magiconce you've seen the wiresAgainst the grainof a breezecarves my girl in dark perfumeher doors open allthe night skies make roommy doors are facingthe night skies just racingin bloomGo on home, your little tinwith what's left of a heartlike the barkof a ghostof a dogthat's still chasing his carCause I'm south and of nowsouth enough to restthe birds are singin'sweet and meaninglessWell, Lilly, I guess the best trickis to see the magiconce you've seen the wires
