 Forget the magic, remember the sleeves Soft cloaks, dangerous tongues And the truth too wide for the blinds to hide Find the solace in the thought That the light is not afraid of the dark That part, you kiss it like a spark That's art, but don't be confused You won't put me to the scrooge Bae do what bae do Bleed the sun and moon Even what's fresh is nothing new Feeling great, how are you? Sweetheart