Turn your magic on, To me she’d say Everything you ...

 There's loving in your eyes
That pulls me closer

 Saw all of the saints, Lock up the gates
I could not enter

 Your time to shine
Don't wait in line

 Cause all of me
Loves all of you

 I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry, for everything that I've done"
But when I call you never seem to be home

 I can't forget all the things we did
Some things last a long time

 Muzyka to początek i koniec wszelkiej mowy.

 Nikt nie może powiedzieć, że wpływ rocka jest czysty i pozytywny. Jest on jak flecista - zaklinacz, prowadzący całą generację do zagłady i samounicestwienia.

 'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

 It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?