Somewhere out in the back of your mind (somewhere). comes your real life and the life that you know. It seems like it was the creation of some of those same old things. It seemed to be the only thing left out in the light. She had trusted many.... But been unfamiliar with.... Almost everyone but you. Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire. Everytime that you walk in the room. Well there is magic all around you if I do say so myself... I have known this much longer than I've known you. She had trusted many... And then there would be someone who would enter into her presence. That she could sense for miles... She dreamed of her wanton luxury. And she laughed and she cried..and she tried to taunt him. and he hated to be separated... from that picture..No.... Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire. everytime that you walk in the room. ooh well there is magic all around you if i do say so myself.... Well i have known this much longer than I've known you. long nets of white cloud my memory... long nest of white cloud my memory... ohh..there is magic.. all around you... everytime you walk in the room. Well maybe i'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire. everytime that you walk in the room. well there is magic all around you if i do say so myself... well i have known this much longer than i've known you... (repeat).