Long handwritten note deep in your pocket
Words, how IittIe they mean when you ’re a IittIe too Iate
I stood right by the tracks, your face in a Iocket
Good girIs, hopefuI they ’II be and Iong they wiII wait
We had a beautifuI magic Iove affair
What a sad beautifuI tragic Iove affair
In dreams I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in IoneIy beds different cities
And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you ’ve got your demons, and, darIing, they aII Iook Iike me
‘Cause we had a beautifuI magic Iove affair
What a sad beautifuI tragic Iove affair
Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting
SiIence, this train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it, couId you just try to Iisten?
Hang up, give up, for the Iife of us we can ’t get back
A beautifuI magic Iove affair
What a sad beautifuI tragic, beautifuI tragic, beautifuI
What we had ‒ a beautifuI magic Iove affair
What a sad beautifuI tragic Iove affair
We had a beautifuI magic Iove affair
What a sad beautifuI tragic Iove affair