Magicians

I’m born at 29 occasioned by magicians
I felt the only life’s the life you lead alone
If every older guy’s a broker or casino
I thought I’d roll the dice or play ethnographer
And as a baby I was huge and quite judicious
I’d tell you every lie that is or ever was
But in divulging every secret or suspicion
I came to crying and to hate my life alone
In every phone I find a reason to get bitter
But every critic’s got some things they’re not proud of
I count myself among the chief of all these critters
I count myself more often than I count the stars
But there are magicians making love and doing dishes
I make my way to magic or belief in love
You know it, the way it moves and
You think about it every single day
The sun and the greater bruise
The bridge when every day begins to fade
I know it, the way you move and
The holiness of what we did today
Our love is the aching news of
It’s everlasting and it’s single day
You know it, the way you move and
The holiness of every single day
Our love is the greater bruise
The bridge to everlasting every day