Magic

Shimmering orchestral-pop ballad with angelic female vocals; gentle piano and soft strings in the verses, subtle harp gliss and airy pads, Chorus blooms with stacked harmonies, warm sub bass, and spacious reverb; light bells and wordless “ooh”s lift the hook, Bridge strips back to almost a cappella then swells into a final, cinematic chorus, emotional, female vocals, beautiful

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[Verse 1] Morning on the windowsill Dust in the air like tiny worlds Coffee steam and crooked spoons Little halos in the swirl Sidewalk chalk on cracked cement Rainbow dreams that start to fade Then a laugh cuts through the grey Like a secret being made [Chorus] Magic It’s hiding in the moments we forget Just waiting in the spaces of our breath Soft and tragic The way a broken heart can glow again I feel the hope in everything Magic [Verse 2] Stranger smiles on crowded trains Passing names we’ll never know Headphones up We play pretend Still we’re praying under coats Raindrops racing down the glass I trace wishes with my hand Every storm that soaked my clothes Brought me here to where I stand [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Close your eyes Count the colors in the dark Every scar you try to hide Is just a doorway for a spark [full voice returns] If you’re reaching I am too Two small lights becoming new [Chorus]

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