We were just a phase of flowersnthe happy days, the happy hoursnwhen the rain streamed downnthe fatal windowsnand her eyes seemed far awaynup closennwhen all the things you meant to meannand all the awful in betweenngets tirednnWell, Lilly, I guess the best tricknis to see the magicnonce you've seen the wiresnnMy pulse held still for her to passnand my heart beat againnat lastnnNow the roof is sitting on the floornher past is fitting in a drawernwhere all the lonely papers playnlike we were only made of make-believenand firennWell, Lilly, I guess the best tricknis to see the magicnonce you've seen the wiresnnAgainst the grainnof a breezencarves my girl in dark perfumenher doors open allnthe night skies make roomnmy doors are facingnthe night skies just racingnin bloomnnGo on home, your little tinnwith what's left of a heartnlike the barknof a ghostnof a dognthat's still chasing his carnnCause I'm south and of nownsouth enough to restnthe birds are singin'nsweet and meaninglessnnWell, Lilly, I guess the best tricknis to see the magicnonce you've seen the wires