We were numbers on a timeline,
two equations out of place.
You were chaos wrapped in starlight.
I was order chasing fate.
We collided in a moment that no theory could define.
Something cosmic,
something fragile,
something breaking through the line.
And I can't explain the gravity that
pulled your heartbeat in the mind.
Maybe love is just a secret even science can't outline.
Cause there's a science to our magic,
a reason why we feel this way.
I was in Poseidon once,
then I was in LA once,
then I was in Norway once.
Maybe love's just energy,
searching for a place to stay.
Maybe we're just circuitry, lighting
up in disarray.
But every spark that you ignite makes the impossible feel right.
Maybe magic's just the science,
we're too human to define.
There's a science to our magic,
a pulse that keeps pulling here.
Something timeless,
something tragic,
something perfect in the spin.
Where the formula unraveled,
where the truth behind the static.
Where the spark lights the pattern.
Yeah, the science of our magic.