Magic Number

Don't waste your time, there is work to be done
The setting son is a shiny dime
Cast it aside, it will soon catch your eye
Hold my magic number in your hand

Lay across the land like a giant on its side
The sun disappears and it falls behind
The dust will settle down when darkness takes my crown
I'll shake his hand and I'll knock him down

You will learn to let go

It's my turn to confuse

Not long ago, when you showed up at my door
Looking for a shelter in my skull
When I drew the blinds, the colors in my eyes
Went from maroon to shiny gold

Speaking in tongues with the tape on rewind
My secret name became define
Peeling back the sky in a blanket of shame
Remove my nails when you find the time

You will learn to let go

It's my turn to confuse