G                                       Em 
It's a humid night, the moon is getting full again,
G                                         Em 
Somewhere there's a slight figure made of paraffin,
    D                      C
And someone is turning its head,
    D                      C 
And someone is pulling its mane, 
     Am 
It's magic.

C     D

G                                           Em 
It's a restless crowd, the doves are flying from his sleeves,
G                                      Em 
One girl's not so loud, like a convert she believes,
      D                       C          D                      C 
She's always been looking for wires, but now she knows none are required,
     Am
It's magic.

G                                    Em 
Wrap me up in chains, with the magic words you say,
G                                 Em 
I can use my brain, I can make my getaway,
    D                   C        D                      C 
But I will be your volunteer, if you make this love disappear,
     Am
Like magic.