Rough Magic -

Could you tell my bed was on fire?

I didn’t sleep for months

Every time I said your name

A field of roses blew up

It was a rough kind of magic

The kind of magic where you can’t even think

It was a rough kind of magic

The kind of magic makes your knees go weak

I couldn’t wait, I took the bait

Of a broken fantasy

For a while I was walking tall

Now I’m falling to my knees

It was a rough kind of magic

The kind of magic most people never see

It was a rough kind of magic

The kind of magic that you can’t repeat

It could of worked in a perfect world

But who has that?

The final time you leaned in close

Your eyes went from blue to black