A feather is a ton of bricks

Or maybe I'm too sensitive...

I don't know.



All I can say is this,

From now on

I'll try to listen to intuition.



There's magic in our bones,

A north star in our soul

That remembers our way home.

There's magic in our bones.



No, I don't have a script for this.

But I know the right words exist

Somewhere,

And I just need more time.

I know, I know, I'm asking for the moon,

But I must listen to intuition

Believe me, I only want what's right.



There's magic in our bones,

A north star in our soul

That remembers our way home.

God, it's easy to forget

There's magic in all of this.



It's so easy to forget,

It's so easy to forget

That there's magic in all of this.



There's magic in our bones,

A north star in our soul

That remembers our way home.

God, it's easy to forget

There's magic in all of this.



There's magic in all of this.