| Magician, magician, take me upon your wings
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| And gently roll the clouds away
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| I’m sorry, so sorry, I have no incantations
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| Only words to help sweep me away
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| I want some magic to sweep me away
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| I want some magic to sweep me away
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| I want to count to five
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| Turn around and find myself gone
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| Fly me through the storm
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| And wake up in the calm
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| Release me from this body
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| From this bulk that moves beside me
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| Let me leave this body far away
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| I’m sick of looking at me
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| I hate this painful body
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| That disease has slowly worn away
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| Magician take my spirit
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| Inside I’m young and vital
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| Inside I’m alive please take me away
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| So many things to do — it’s too early
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| For my life to be ending
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| For this body to simply rot away
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| I want some magic to keep me alive
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| I want a miracle I don’t want to die
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| I’m afraid that if I go to sleep I’ll never wake
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| I’ll no longer exist
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| I’ll close my eyes and disappear
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| And float into the mist
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| Somebody please hear me
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| My hand can’t hold a cup of coffee
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| My fingers are weak — things just fall away
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| Inside I’m young and pretty
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| Too many things unfinished
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| My very breath taken away
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| Doctor you’re no magician — and I am no believer
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| I need more than faith … can give me now
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| I want to believe in miracles — not just belief in numbers
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| I need some magic to take me away
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| I want some magic to sweep me away
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| Visit on this starlit night
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| Replace the stars the moon the light — the sun’s gone
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| Fly me through this storm
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| And wake up in the calm …
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| I fly right through this storm
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| And … I … Wake … Up … In … The … Calm |