Angel Dust - Magic Trick

What in the world could happen to us in this cloud of angel dust?

Nothing’s amiss, the perfect kiss, many moments all at once

Spiralling up, so high above the cliffs, as we must

If your warmth abandons me, I’ll feel no pain.

Maybe this happiness will haunt

me 'til my grave

I don’t know.

What in the world could happen to us in this cloud of angel dust

Leave us with our heads adrift on every ocean, all at once

Leave us retired in a perfect kiss, where ignorance is bliss

If your warmth abandons me, I’ll feel no pain

Maybe this happiness will haunt me until my grave, I don’t know

Spiral up, high above, ignorance is bliss.

It is!