The Magician کے بول

Oh you’re some kind of conjurer To summon me from the ether Now what you gonna do with me Suddenly you’ve got your hands full The world comes to a standstill The moon could be a spotlight As she trains her cool white hot light In our veins Shining her wild and strange approval I’m more than a handful Transformed into an animal Electrified by the charge Wildlife at large His wrists twist The silk whorls A white dove unfurls The wand taps The charm cast The future encased in the past Oh you’re some kind of conjurer To summon me from the ether You know me First in line to be sawed in half Sacrifice the golden calf There is dazzle in that staff On whose tip electrons dance Sleepwalking in a trance Sleepwalking in a trance Sleepwalking in a trance