Paint on a caution wind
Neath the bleeding sky
I called your name
There was no one there
And in the cold and snow
I saw your face
And I sang a song for the little thing
Magic come, but the joy you bring
Running it down the line
Wish you could find that love is a fragile thing
Magic come from a pretty thing
Maybe it might be time
For a better day
For a better day
And I sang a song for the little thing
Magic come, but the joy you bring
Running it down the line
Wish you could find that love is a fragile thing
Magic come from a pretty thing
Maybe it might be time
For a better day
For a better day