Nylons » It's What They Call Magic

The heart is not judged
By how much you love, but
By how much you're loved by others

I'll always remember the night that we met
Was it may or september, somehow i forget
We were taken surprise by the moon on the rise
And the stars in the skies matched the stars in our eyes


And then, oh, what a feeling
Taking our breath away


It's what they call magic
The stuff dreams are made of
It's comic and tragic
It's heartbreak and true love
The world keeps on spinning
It spins like a wheel
Young hearts are burning
Yearning to feel the magic
Feel the magic


From new york to london
From tokyo to rome
Some things never change
Wherever you call home
The heart speaks a language
The ear cannot hear
But, to body and soul
The message is clear


It says dance to your heartbeat
Fly on the wings on love


It's what they call magic
The stuff dreams are made of
It's comic and tragic
It's heartbreak and true love
The world keeps on spinning
It spins like a wheel
Young hearts are burning
Yearning to feel the magic
Feel the magic


The heart is not judged by how much you love
But by how much you're loved by others


It's what they call magic (repeat)