The Magician - Elysian Fields

Oh, you’re some kind of conjurer

To summon me from the ether

Now what you gonna do with me

Suddenly you’ve got your hands full

The world comes to a standstill

The moon could be a spotlight

As she trains her cool white hot light

In our veins shining her wild and strange approval

I’m more than a handful transformed into an animal

Electrified by the charge

Wildlife at large

His wrists twist

The silk whorls

A white dove unfurls

The wand taps

The charm cast

The future encased in the past

Oh, you’re some kind of conjurer

To summon me from the ether

You know me first in line to be sawed in half

Sacrifice the golden calf there is dazzle in that staff

On whose tip electrons dance

Sleepwalking in a trance

Sleepwalking in a trance

Sleepwalking in a trance

Sleepwalking in a trance