Tom: G
G Em
It's a humid night, the moon is getting full again,
G Em
Somewhere there's a slight figure made of paraffin,
D C
And someone is turning its head,
D C
And someone is pulling its mane,
Am
It's magic.
C D
G Em
It's a restless crowd, the doves are flying from his sleeves,
G Em
One girl's not so loud, like a convert she believes,
D C D C
She's always been looking for wires, but now she knows none are required,
Am
It's magic.
G Em
Wrap me up in chains, with the magic words you say,
G Em
I can use my brain, I can make my getaway,
D C D C
But I will be your volunteer, if you make this love disappear,
Am
Like magic.
