I draw a line till the line starts going off course In black and white I can't see the color I don't know what it's moving towards But I try to believe it's true Is it better to have loved and lost You grow up paint a picture of your life Like a fixture in your mind And it tricks you once or twice Or three times And I know it's not right And I know it's not fair Sometimes you fall in love Sometimes it's not there It flickers I follow light till my eyes can't see it no more And in the dark I tape stars to my ceiling Just waiting for something to spark But I can't confidently say It's better to have loved and lost You grow up paint a picture of your life Like a fixture in your mind And it tricks you once or twice Or three times And I know it's not right And I know it's not fair Sometimes you fall in love Sometimes it's not there It flickers Magic gets lost in the mundane Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in the Magic gets lost in the mundane Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in the Magic gets lost in the mundane Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in the Magic gets lost in the mundane Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in Magic gets lost in the world we live in Magic gets lost in the world we live in