Lyrics

He Says It’s Magic
written by: Reed Ferguson

There’s flowers in his hair
And tattoos on his hands
There’s beads around his wrists
And his shades hang off his shirt

Says music makes him free
And carries him away
To a land of make believe
Where’s there’s no such thing as pain

He says he’s free
Says he can fly
He says he’s free
When the smoke lifts him high
When he imagines
He says it’s magic

He likes to play guitar
In the middle of the day
And he doesn’t give a damn
They say his life’s a waste

Magic makes him laugh
And rainbows make him smile
But he’ll never let it pass
‘Cause then he’d feel the pain

And he doesn’t see
That when he closes his eyes
It’s not real, he’s not free
It’s escape, make believe
And he’ll never be fine
It’s too late
His mistakes
have taken his life

He says he’s free
Says he can fly
He says he’s free
When the smoke lifts him high
When he imagines
He says it’s magic

He’s not as free
As he would like
It doesn’t make him free
When the smoke lifts him high
What he calls magic
is all imagined
He thinks it’s magic
He says it’s magic