Magicians - Young Jesus

I’m born at 29 occasioned by magicians

I felt the only life’s the life you lead alone

If every older guy’s a broker or casino

I thought I’d roll the dice or play ethnographer

And as a baby I was huge and quite judicious

I’d tell you every lie that is or ever was

But in divulging every secret or suspicion

I came to crying and to hate my life alone

In every phone I find a reason to get bitter

But every critic’s got some things they’re not proud of

I count myself among the chief of all these critters

I count myself more often than I count the stars

But there are magicians making love and doing dishes

I make my way to magic or belief in love

You know it, the way it moves and

You think about it every single day

The sun and the greater bruise

The bridge when every day begins to fade

I know it, the way you move and

The holiness of what we did today

Our love is the aching news of

It’s everlasting and it’s single day

You know it, the way you move and

The holiness of every single day

Our love is the greater bruise

The bridge to everlasting every day