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