In a world of cynics and egos
Where you walk a road made of glass
Everyone's a walking placebo
Everyone's so jaded and crass
Fading so fast
But when you lift up your face
And deliver that radiant glow
Well you could light up the streets with the warmth of your magical soul
When the kids are all out of fashion
When the songs are barren and blue
When the voice is drained of all passion
Maybe this world's waiting for you
Waiting for you
But when you lift up your face
And deliver that radiant glow
Well you could light up the streets with the warmth of your magical soul
Could this be a moment of magic to silence the fools?
Could this be the moment of truth?
In a moment of magic, you spin things around, in a moment
Could this be the moment of truth?
In a moment of magic, the walls tumble down, in a moment
Could this be the moment of truth?
In a moment of magic, you spin things around, in a moment
Could this be the moment of truth?
In a moment of magic, the walls tumble down, in a moment
Could this be the moment of truth?