Pi Testo

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 ones

We can let it slide

Meet me under cartoon skys
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