Verse: Hate, on caution wind. 'Neath bleeding sky, I called your name. There was no one there, and in the cold and snow. I saw your face. And we sang a song for the little thing. Magic comes with the joy you bring. Running it down the line. Wish you could find that love is a fragile thing. Magic comes from a pretty thing. Maybe it might be time. For a better day. x3 Verse: Stray, from the path of love. In the rule of life, I tumbled forth. But I know, I know, When I lean strong. I saw your face. And we sang a song for the little thing. Magic comes with the joy you bring. Running it down the line. Wish you could find that love is a fragile thing. Magic comes from a pretty thing. Maybe it might be time. For a better day. x3