The game

You came running for me

Callin out my name

Nine years of waiting

Nothing had changed

Black ring on your finger

Diamonds on mine

Smilin in pictures

Both livin lies

But magic is magic

You can’t create it from dust

And passion is passion

And love is love

Why do your eyes paralyze

Why does your skin pull me in, pull me in

Why does it feel like it’s some kind of game

Get drawn In like a moth to a flame

Oooooo. Ooooo

Ooooooo. Ooooooo

I can still taste you

Your lips I always find

I can’t keep pretending

That you arent mine

It’s just time that we’re wastin

No gaurantees

We can’t keep fighting

That we were meant to be

But magic is magic

You can’t create it from dust

And passion is passion

And love is love

Why do your eyes paralyze

Why does your skin pull me in, pull me in

Why does it feel like it’s some kind of game

Get drawn in like a moth to a flame

Oooooo. Ooooo

Ooooooo. Ooooooo