The game

You came running for me 
Callin out my name 
Nine years of waiting 
Nothing had changed 
Black ring on your finger 
Diamonds on mine 
Smilin in pictures 
Both livin lies 

But magic is magic 
You can’t create it from dust 
And passion is passion 
And love is love 



Why do your eyes paralyze 

Why does your skin pull me in, pull me in 
Why does it feel like it’s some kind of game 

Get drawn In like a moth to a flame 

Oooooo.     Ooooo 

Ooooooo. Ooooooo

I can still taste you 
Your lips I always find 
I can’t keep pretending
That you arent mine 
It’s just time that we’re wastin 
No gaurantees 
We can’t keep fighting 
That we were meant to be


But magic is magic 

You can’t create it from dust 

And passion is passion 

And love is love 



Why do your eyes paralyze 

Why does your skin pull me in, pull me in 

Why does it feel like it’s some kind of game 

Get drawn in like a moth to a flame 

Oooooo.     Ooooo 

Ooooooo. Ooooooo

ballad  female slow acoustic  piano soul pop