Mister Magic, take a token Mister Magic, of my love Mister Magic, I see you through the smoke Mister Magic Every day I see you My hands were made for you And you always give me stress free point of view Pick you up after school Without you I'm misery

To the "love", I left my conscience pressed Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer "What did it ever do for me?", I say Kiss and tell Loose lips sink ships To "I swear, I say" To hands between legs, to "whatever it takes" To drinks at the club, to

A time for holding hands together A time for rainbow-colored weather A time for make believe That we've been dreaming of As time goes drifting by But all my friends Whatever sky above I've known a time for spring A time for fall

Love is hell Raise your hands, let me hear you yell Love is shit Can't you tell I've had enough of it I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living I'd rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding I'd

Mister Magic, take a token Mister Magic, of my love Mister Magic, I see you through the smoke Mister Magic Every day I see you My hands were made for you And you always give me stress free point of view Pick you up after school Without you I'm misery

At the howling wind You know he got the cure You know he went astray He used to stay awake To drive the dreams he had away He wanted to believe In the hands of love His head it felt heavy As he cut across the land

Right in front of me 'Cause if it breaks, she may not come again I've been sittin', waitin' for your love, and all the time it's been here Words, be gentle when you speak into her heart Hands, don't let her go, 'cause then the midnight icy winds will

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

The calloused hands upon the plow I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James Reuben James Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed field of my mind The faded shirt, the weathered brow In my song you live again And the phrases that I rhyme Are

Incomplete, alone and unfinished, my flaws in design are all I've become I can feel myself wither away, the darkest of evils, this way will become Isolation, mutilation as predicted this love has torn us apart From temptation to damnation, my heart bars