I draw a line till the line starts going off course In black and white, I can't see the color I don't know what it's moving towards But I try to believe it's true Is it better to have loved than lost? You grow up, paint a picture of your life Like a fixture in your mind And it trips you out once or twice, or three times And I know it's not right, and I know it's not fair Sometimes you fall in love, sometimes it's not fair It flickers I follow light till my eyes can't see it no more And in the dark I tape stars to my ceiling Just waiting for something to spark But I can't confidently say It's better to have loved than lost You grow up, paint a picture of your life Like a fixture in your mind And it trips you out once or twice, or three times And I know it's not right, and I know it's not fair Sometimes you fall in love, sometimes it's not fair It flickers Magic gets lost in the mundane Magic gets lost on a Sunday Magic gets lost in the Magic gets lost in the mundane Magic gets lost on a Sunday Magic gets lost in the Magic gets lost in the mundane Magic gets lost on a Sunday Magic gets lost in the world we live in Magic gets lost in the world we live in