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 quiet judicious I'd tell you every lie this or ever was But in divulging every secret or suspicions I came to crying and to hate my life alone In every phone I find a reason to get bitter But every critics 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 the dishes I make my way to magic or belief in love I know it, the way it moves and You think about it every single day The sun and the greater bruising 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