Pi

Painted, wide With the moon in your eyes Safe from harm In the clouds, in your arms No fog, no fate No words conceal You're magic and you're real Holy wounds and holy wars We can let it slide Meet me under cotton skies And we'll float for a while You heal me with a smile Send shivers down my spine Is it true? Could you be mine? Lights out I finally see you clear So cool, so calm, so near No fate, no words conceal You're magic and you're real