the clouds are moving through
and it’s magic like you my love
the trees are whispering blue
and it’s magic like you my love

i was at the threshold of revelation
but then i had to kiss you
and when i sensed your hesitation,
i began to miss you my love

just the other day
i watched a young girl pray my love
i couldn’t tear myself away
from the perfect, pure display, my love.

she was on her knees in such devotion,
that i began to wonder
if innocence and faith like that in motion
could ever draw us under

cause sometimes i say i’m sorry
when i really want to cry
and you might say you love me
when you mean to say goodbye
we’re just two steps from surrender
even still inside i know
you are the one

you are the one
whose breath i take
as food for my blood

so you may say you’re sorry
when you really want to cry
and i might say i love you
when i mean to say goodbye
but we could carelessly surrender
to the tenderness we’ve known

the clouds are moving through
and it’s magic like you my love
the trees are whispering blue
and it’s magic like you my love