Painted, wide

With the moon in your eyes

Safe from harm

In the clouds, in your arms

No fog, no fate，No words conceal

You're magic and you're real

Holy wounds and holy ones

We can let it slide

Meet me under cartoon skysand we'll float for a while

You heal me with a smile send shivers down my spine

Is it true?Could you be mine

Lights out

I finlly see you clear

So cool, so calm, so near

No fate, no words conceal

You're magic and you're real