Anything we should know about your change? -- Draw up two magic hands and careful lines
To a vanishing point that leaves me tongue-tied
She's all magnetic storm out of her mind
Her promise kept to bless and curse and disguise
Her spider webs spin and hypnotize
She uses every trick in sleight of hand
Her patterns play just like a paper doll dance
We're out the back door and down the garden path
When morning comes we'll walk the tightrope again
Together in space, together in time
We're all dressed up, serene and wild eyed
And hear of possible worlds where we might find
A promise kept on day's departing light
Our spider webs across the skyline
She uses every trick in sleight of hand
Her patterns play just like a paper doll dance
Went out the back door and down the garden path
When morning comes we'll walk the tightrope again
Reasons and answers may never be clear
But I thank every accident for leading you here
Though I can't for the life of me figure out where I went wrong
Can't for the life of me figure out where I went wrong