Tragic Magic: A Song To Me Sang Badly

You know, you're not so strange
You're wonderful and a solid square
And if you ever look back at your friends?
Because they love you to death
Or were they just routes to dead ends?
Projects you never finished?
In yourself, was your faith that diminished?

Because there is something I gotta tell you
You're wonderful and waves of mirth,
Good intentions, and the rhythm of the earth
all follow you because you're true blue
You understand love, and you understand pain
And it's only doubt, but you're only countin' on rain
Counting Crows, instead of the doves, too

Well, it's just a song to me sang badly
Amidst all of the magic, I cried
I gave in, I gave out, I gave up, it was tragic

Yes, I have knack for tragic magic
Getting lost in tongues, I think I'm a tribune
Getting lost inside, I think I'm a destitute