[Verse 1]
Not wear black, be it not of the same faith
Living trials can't be won
In the end the hands will be held back
In the eyes September sun
The magic's gone

[Verse 2]
Tempting fate with the surest of hands
Come to be a profession
To walk with you in a mind of many lands
Has been my sole obsession
The magic's here

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Always cherish and always hold
Not in health but in sickness
And in the realm when all is said and told
There is no equal likeness
The magic's gone

[Guitar Solo]