Magic Number

Don't waste your time, there is work to be done

The setting son is a shiny dime

Cast it aside, it will soon catch your eye

Hold my magic number in your hand

Lay across the land like a giant on its side

The sun disappears and it falls behind

The dust will settle down when darkness takes my crown

I'll shake his hand and I'll knock him down

You will learn to let go

It's my turn to confuse

Not long ago, when you showed up at my door

Looking for a shelter in my skull

When I drew the blinds, the colors in my eyes

Went from maroon to shiny gold

Speaking in tongues with the tape on rewind

My secret name became defined

Peeling back the sky in a blanket of shame

Remove my nails when you find the time

You will learn to let go

It's my turn to confuse