Got a strange magic Oh, it's a strange magic Strange magic Oh, what a strange magic I get a strange magic You're sailing softly through the sun In a broken stone age dawn You fly so high You're walking meadows in my mind

Crying lightning And twisted and deranged Your past-times, consisted of the strange And I hate that little game you had called Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On

Got a strange magic Oh, it's a strange magic Strange magic Oh, what a strange magic I get a strange magic You're sailing softly through the sun In a broken stone age dawn You fly so high You're walking meadows in my mind